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POEMS 

BY 

P.  MAURICE  McMAHON 

HONOLULU,  T.  H. 


SAN  FRANCISCO,  CAL. 

THE  STANLEY-TAYLOR  COMPANY 

1901 


COPYRIGHT,         IQOI,        BY 

P.  MAURICE  McMAHON 


SAN    FRANCISCO 


These  blossoms  of  my  heart,    my   mother  dear, 

I  dedicate  to  you  : — 
Red  roses,  lilies  'white  and  pure. 

Love's  fragrant' violets  too. 
They'//  speak  of  me,  you''!/  know  hoiv  ivell  — 

The  passionate  and  divine  ,• 
And  for  the  love  you  bear  to  me 

I  tender  them  most  joyously 
To  you,   0  Mother  mine  ! 


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Content*. 

HAWAIIAN     POEMS 

Page 

Hawaii  3 

Love's  Young   Dream -  4-5 

Piinau  5 

To  Kaiulani's  Portrait 6-7 

Annie  Akamu        _-.-----  8 

An  Hawaiian   Wild  Flower           -  9 

The  Hawaiian's  Lament  for  His  Flag       -          -          -          -  10 

To  a  Pretty  Hapaharle  10 

Song  of  the  Wailuku     -          -          -          -          -          -          -  II 

To  an  Hawaiian  Skylark 12-13 

Gulches  of  Hawaii           - -  13 

The  Sassy  Little  Hawaiian  Girl H-X5 

Kissing  at  Sunset 15 

To  a  Dainty  Little  Schoolgirl 16 

How  Sweet  to  Dream  of  Love         -          -          -          -          -  17 

Aloha,   Kuu  Aloha,   Aloha  18-19 

Ella  of  Lahaina      - 20-21 

"Talofa"  22 

The  Sea         -          -                                                                        -  23-24 

Mauna  Loa         - --  24 

The  Battleship  Oregon -          -  25 

Aloha,  Hawaii  --------  26-27 

The  Leaving  of  the  Lepers 28-32 

CALIFORNIA  POEMS 

California  -                                                   -  35-3$ 

Santa    Barbara 37~39 

Ye  Mission  Bells -  40-42 

Over  the  Hill  to  Dibblee's       - 43~44 

"Dinero  Quiero"          -                    45-4*> 


Page 

Contents      When  the  Rain  Comes  Down  -  47-49 

A   California   Idyl         -          -  5°-52 

LOVE  AND  SENTIMENT 

Love     -  -          55 

The  Sweetest  Song  of  All  -  56 
Hunger          ___.-                    .-.57 

A   Kiss  58-59 

Sunflowers      ------  -   60-62 

To  Love  and  Be  Loved       -  63 

A  Beautiful  Rose  and  a   Violet  -         64 

Blood  64 

An  Answer  to  a   ?          -          -  -         65 

Passion       -._.----_  65 

To  Mary       -  66 

Infatuation           ._.--..  66 

To  the  Moon          ...  67 

Woman 67 

That  Girl  68 

My  Lady's    Eyes          -          -  69 

Love    -  70 

What  Is  Love   .          -          -  70 

The  Oscillating  Osculation        -  71 

His  Fond    Ideal  7*-75 

MISCELLANEOUS  POEMS 

The  Sparkling  Wine  79 

The  Pair  of  Us                                                               -  80-81 

The  World  -  -   82-83 

Sweet  June          _._-_...  84 

"The  Golden  Age"  85 

Sleep  86 

Boomerangs    -  86 


Page 

To  a   Dead   Sea-Gull 87     Contents 

When  the  Tide  Comes  In 88 

Life's  Waves      -          -  89 

Life's  Yearning       --          --          -          -          -          -         90        • 

Only  a  Cocaine  Fiend  91 

Despair  92 

Hurrah  for  the   Demon  of  War    -----        93-94 
Mothers  of  Soldiers,   Here  Are  Your  Sons         -  95-96 

Happiness  ---- 97 

To  a  Dead  Little  Girl     -  98 

In  Memoriam     ----.-_-     99-100 

RELIGIOUS  POEMS 
Life's  Object  -          -          -          -          -          -          -          -103 

Bound,    Whither  Bound        -  -    104-105 

There  Is   No   Death 106 

God's  Likeness  -  106 

The  Great  Secret 107-108 

Let  Me   Pray     --------  109 

When  You   Are   Dead 109 

Meteors     ---------  no 

To  God         ..-  no 

A  Thought  of  God    -  1 1 1 

Belief  and   Knowledge     -  -          -          -          -          -          -in 

In  the  Placid  Hour  of  Worship  -          -          -          -          -  112 

A  Reverie      --  ------113 

My  Soul  -  114 

On  the  Bosom  of  God  Is  Rest 115 


(|)oetne 


where  the  rainbow  shines  in  ghostly  splendor 
Beneath  the  moonbeams'  cold  and  pulseless  light, 
Thou  dost  inspire  my  soul  with  feelings  tender, 
Till  all  the  world  grows  lovely  in  my  sight, 
Till  life  becomes  as  radiant  as  the  starlight 
Streaming  from  those  silvery  orbs  above, 
And  my  heart  within  my  bosom,  warmly  beating, 
Vibrates  to  blissful  thoughts  of  holy  love. 

Land  of  mighty  mountains  clad  in  verdure, 

Whose  rugged  crags  appear  like  castles  old, 
With  stately  towers  and  battlements  dismantled, 

Where  armed  knights  and  warriors  strong  and  bold 
Once  fought  for  woman's  love,  and  died  to  please  her, 

Oh,  back  you  bring  the  heroic  past  to  me, 
Until  my  bosom  swells  with  strange  emotions, 

And  grand  desires  of  fame  and  chivalry  ! 

Land  of  sparkling  seas  and  golden  sunlight, 

Land  of  luscious  fruits  and  fragrant  flowers, 
Where  lissome-limbed  and  black-eyed  dusky  maidens 

Beguile  with  song  and  dance  the  slumbrous  hours, 
Fain  would  I  revel  in  your  vernal  beauty, 

Mid  sights  and  sounds  I  worship  and  adore, 
Dreaming  of  peace  and  love  and  things  of  gladness 

Till  life  on  earth  for  me  shall  be  no  more  ! 


©ream 


jHE  stands,  the  little  dark  Hawaiian  maiden, 

Stands  on  the  bridge  holding  her  lover's  hand  ; 
Feeling  within  her  budding  little  bosom 

A  something  strange  she  cannot  understand. 
The  night  is  dark,  the  clouds  the  moon  obscuring, 

The  Waialoa  softly  flows  along, 
Deep  as  the  undertow  of  passion  swiftly  moving 

Within  her  fluttering  heart,  as  silent  and  as  strong  ! 

She  looks  into  his  eyes,  believing,  yet  mistrusting, 

Her  being  aflame  with  Love's  incipient  fire, 
Conscious  the  while  some  force  within  resisting 

This  surging  tide  of  life,  the  hunger  of  desire. 
Listless,  afraid,  she  hears  his  fervid  pleading, 

Still  weighing,  as  she  conceives,  the  right  and  wrong, 
Then  trembling  yields  —  beyond  all  comprehending, 

Yet  so  it's  ever  been  —  to  Love  all  things  belong  ! 

Love,  glamorish  Love,  so  rosy  and  attractive 

When   with   impassioned   eyes    we    view    you    from 

afar  :  — 
Blissful,  sublime  !  then  closely  we  approach  you, 

And  see  how  wan  and  pale,  unreal  and  cold  you  are  ! 
The  light  is  out  —  Love's  light  ;  and  black  the  river, 

And  black  the  sky,  and  black  the  world  around  ; 
Yet  glides  the  whispering  stream,  and  yet  the  waves  are 
breaking 

Upon  the  lava-rocks  with  mournful,  sobbing  sound  ! 


Once  more  upon  the  bridge  two  forms  are  standing, 
But  she  is  mute  and  sad  ;  something  sweet  has  flown ; 

That  which  she  sought,  and  came  so  near  to  finding, 
Alas !  it  was  not  there  —  'tis  further  on  ! 


)HAPELY,  pleasing  to  the  sight, 

Eyes  of  night  that  sparkle  bright; 
Dusky  is  her  pliant  form, 
Plump  and  rounded,  fresh  and  warm. 
But  oh,  the  light  within  her  eyes, 
Telling  of  closing  shades  of  even, 
Is  not  the  light  that  speaks  of  heaven, 
But  of  Love's  lurid,  tropic  skies  ! 

Swift  the  lightning  of  her  glance 

Thoughts  all  wayward  doth  inspire 

Within  my  heart,  and  doth  entrance 

My  soul,  and  change  my  blood  to  fire. 

Ah,  must  I  turn  away  from  thee, 

Or  must  the  angels  pray  for  me ! 

Farewell,  you  draw  me  from  Love's  holy  vow, 

Farewell,  O  Passion  —  Piinau  ! 


(g4iufdm'0  (portrait 


AIDEN  of  the  soulful  eyes,  oft  have  I  sung  to  many 
Maidens  fair,  but  none   so  rare   as  you,    sweet 

Kaiulani. 
Bright    daughter    of  a    tropic    clime,    your    bounteous 

mother,  Nature, 
Bestowed  on  you  her  loveliness  in  every  perfect  feature. 

Ah,  sure,  those  orbs  bespeak  a  heart  where  Love  is  soft 

reclining  ; 
The  light  is  from  his  merry  eyes  that  in  their  depths  is 

shining  :  — 
Those  limpid  depths,  wherein  my  soul,  by  Love  so  long 

neglected, 
Might  gaze  and  find  its  sweetest  thoughts  in   glowing 

tints  reflected  ! 

The  palms  that  grace  your  native  isle,  the  foliage  ever 

vernal, 

The  stars  that  deck  the  azure  skies,  resplendent  and  eternal, 
The  silvery  moon,  the  fragrant  flowers,   the  song-birds 

blithely  singing, 
And  every  bliss  that  Nature  holds,  your  face  to  me  is 

bringing. 

The  mountains  green  are   grand  to  view,    with  clouds 

above  them  sailing, 
Enhancing  their  immensity,  their  summits  partly  veiling  ; 


C6 


The  crystal  streams  that  from  their  hearts  are  ever  softly   £o 

wellin8>  (ttaiufcmi's 

Of  Love's  clear  stream  within  your  being  are  musically   fo  -t    '4 
telling.  VT 

The  radiant  rainbows  in  the  skies,  the  dewdrops  in  the 

morning, 
The  beauties   of  the   setting    sun,    the  freshness  of  the 

dawning, 
With    tenderest,    sweetest    ravishments    they    endlessly 

imbue  me, 
And  in  your  eyes  I  find  the  joys  they  freely  speak  unto 

me  ! 

Yet  do  I  smile  to  think  such  guile  is  in  a  picture  living  — 

A  portrait  of  your  gracious  Self —  to  set  my  spirit  griev- 
ing ; 

But  here  methinks  I  fondly  view  that  which  I'm  ever 
seeking  : 

The  gem  refined,  the  soul  and  mind,  beyond  all  lan- 
guage speaking  ! 

Oh,  shadow  of  a  lovely  form  :  a  graceful,  budding 
woman, 

You  woo  me  with  a  subtle  power,  transcendent,  super- 
human. 

Alas  !   'tis  but  an  idle  dream,  and  one  of  very  many, 

Yet,  how  can  one  help  loving  you  —  you  Siren, 
Kaiulani  ! 


@tnme 

OjfNNIE  AKAMU  of  Hilo  Town, 
xlr      Annie  Akamu,  a  sweet  little  miss, 
With  a  dainty  smile  and  a  daintier  frown, 
And  lips  you'd  be  longing  to  kiss ! 

Annie  Akamu,  a  Spirit  doth  fly 

From  heaven  to  earth,  and  hearts  ensnare, 
And  deep  in  your  roguish  and  soft  brown  eye 

I've  seen  him  nestling  there  ! 

Annie  Akamu,  a  lily  doth  bloom 
In  a  land  far  over  the  Western  sea, 

With  a  golden  heart  and  a  rare  perfume, 
Oh,  you  are  that  lily  to  me  ! 

Annie  Akamu,  the  lily  dies, 

Some  day  its  beautiful  life  is  o'er, 

But  the  love  that  beams  in  your  gentle  eyes 
Will  live  for  evermore  ! 

And,  Annie,  my  dear,  in  the  afterwhile, 
When  I  see  the  rain  and  the  sparkling  dew, 

I'll  think,  as  the  rain  comes  softly  down, 

Of  the  merry  rain  in  Hilo  Town, 

Of  a  girl  with  a  dainty  smile  and  frown, 
And  that  little  girl  is  you  ! 


[8 


a  wild  flower  blooms  in  the  Isle  of  Hawaii, 
On  the  hills  where  in  Kona  the  rich  coffee  grows  ; 
No  violet  so  fragrant,  so  modest  and  winsome, 

No  beauty  so  rare  in  the  young  blushing  rose. 
Its  influence  soft  to  my  heart  penetrated, 

Sweet  were  the  emotions  commingling  there, 
So  witching  the  glamor,  my  thoughts  they  were  centered 
On  all  that  in  life  is  most  lovely  and  fair. 

Oh,  this  flower  of  Hawaii's  a  charming  young  maiden, 

With  eyes  that  are  full  of  a  heavenly  grace, 
And  a  Love  that  is  pure  and  exalted  and  holy, 

Illumining  ever  her  angelic  face  ! 
Her  manner  is  courteous,  gracious  and  queenly, 

Her  voice,  like  the  nightingale's,  thrills  with  delight 
As  he  sings  to  the  stars  that  are  smiling  serenely, 

Whilst  sleeps  the  still  earth  on  the  bosom  of  night. 

In  dreams  I've  beheld  many  ravishing  blossoms, 

Transcending  all  others  I've  known  upon  earth, 
And  this  flowerlet  that  blows  on  the  hills  of  Hawaii, 

Methinks  in  that  region  Celestial  had  birth. 
Ah  !  never  again  may  I  gaze  on  its  beauty, 

Never  on  earth,  while  the  years  onward  roll, 
But  an  image  I'll  keep  of  this  wild,  fragrant  blossom, 

Forever  enshrined  in  my  truth-loving  soul  ! 


itan'B  feamenf  for 


nj/tELOVED  flag  !   my  country's  and  my  own, 

\&     Thou'  It  float  no  more  o'er  these  fair  tropic  isles, 

No  more  mine  eyes  thou'lt  gladden  into  smiles  ; 

Thou  art  forever  and  forever  gone  ! 

But  whilst  the  waves  wash  on  the  coral  strand, 

In  Memory's  arch,  all  tokens  far  above, 

I'll  thee  revere  with  looks  of  fondest  love, 

Dear  emblem  thou  of  this  —  my  native  land  ! 


a  (preftg 


;OW  pretty  you  are,  my  little  dear, 

Yet  how  pleased  you  are  to  show  it  ; 
But  prettier  far  you'd  be  to  me 
If  I  saw  you  didn't  know  it  ! 

Beauty  I  worship  for  beauty's  sake, 

I  dote  on  a  charming  face, 
But  modesty  teaches  my  heart  to  love 

The  thing  I  admire  for  its  grace. 


[10 


of 

(  Hilo,  Hawaii ) 

is  the  river  whose  waters  are  flowing 
Over  the  lava-rocks  into  the  sea, 
Where  on  its  banks  the  moon  flowers  are  blowing, 

And  the  sweet  bala  ever  blooms  fragrantly. 
Glorious  the  rainbow,  brilliantly  gleaming, 

Where  o'er  the  pali  they  break  into  spray  ; 
Then  softly  murmuring,  rippling  and  eddying, 
Gently  they're  gliding  into  the  bay. 

Then  softly  murmuring,  etc. 

Clear  crystal  river,  smooth  is  your  current 

Whilst  the  warm  sun  in  the  sky's  gleaming  bright, 
But  in  the  storm  you're  a  mad,  raging  torrent, 

Brawling  and  roaring  in  your  wild  seething  flight. 
Then  from  your  bosom  voices  are  wailing, 

Where  your  swift  waters  rush  towards  the  reef; 
And  the  kamaainas  fearfully  tell  us 

That  they  are  warnings  of  pain  and  of  grief. 
And  the  kamaainas,  etc. 

Sparkling  Wailuku,  soft  are  your  numbers, 

Sweet  are  the  songs  of  the  past  that  you  bring, 
Songs  of  the  maidens  who  bathed  in  your  waters, 

Songs  which  the  gods  in  their  mirth  used  to  sing  ! 
Gone  is  the  past  with  its  song  and  its  glory, 

Gone  are  the  maidens,  the  gods  and  the  braves  ; 
But  you,  O  minstrel,  are  telling  the  story 

Whilst  they  are  sleeping  sound  in  their  graves. 
But  you,  O  minstrel,  etc. 

11] 


of  warblers,  sweet  is  thy  lay, 
Delightfully  rolling,  each  clarion  note 
Rings  through  the  air  on  this  bright,  sunny  day, 

Rarest  of  music  from  thy  mellow  throat. 
Oh,  how  entrancing  thy  glad  voice  to  hear, 

What  a  grand  medley  of  'wildering  sound, 
Falling  deliciously  down  on  my  ear, 
Softly  diffusing  its  essence  around  ! 

Like  merry  laughter  your  lilting  notes  ring, 

Where  the  broad  swords  of  the  sugar-cane  sway, 
Like  to  a  bell  when  it  ceases  to  swing, 

Murmuring  dreamily,  then  fading  away. 
Trembling,  enraptured  as  upward  you  soar 

By  the  green  mountains  of  fair  Waianae, 
A  fountain  of  mirthfulness  bubbling  o'er, 

With  melody  flooding  the  earth  and  the  sky  ! 

Say,  happy  songster,  what  makes  you  so  glad  ? 

What  is  the  theme  of  your  wondrous  lay  ? 
Do  you  not  sometimes  feel  weary  and  sad, 

Is  your  wee  heart  always  cheery  and  gay  ? 
Sweetly  you're  singing  when  morning  is  here, 

And  when  the  short  evening  has  drawn  to  a  close, 
Your  rich,  thrilling  voice  is  still  warbling  as  clear 

As  when  in  the  morning  all  freshly  you  rose  ! 


[12 


Would  I  were  like  thee,  blithe  bird  of  the  air,  £0 

Would  that  my  soul  gushed  with  music  like  thine  ;         3E)ai#attati 
Then  might  I  banish  all  thoughts  of  dull  care, 

If  but  such  utterance  only  were  mine ; 
Then  would  I  trill  my  soft  anthems  of  glee 

On  Love's  rosy  wings  speeding  lightly  along; 
Contented  with  liberty,  joyous  and  free, 

I'd  sigh  my  last  breath  in  wild  rapture  of  song  ! 


of 


£XkTATELY,   waving  palms,  clustering  lauhala, 

^^     Rippling,  murmuring  streams, 

Waters  clear  and  shallow 

Flowing  to  the  sea 

Where  soft  winds  are  blowing, 

Voluptuously  around  ferns  and  grasses  growing  ; 

Here  the  sumac  waves, 

There  the  green  kukui, 

With  its  silvery  leaves.     Oh,  aloba  nut! 

Aloha  nui  loa,  everywhere  I  spy  ye, 

With  your  beauty  rare, 

Gulches  of  Hawaii  ! 


fetttfe     4Wiiian  d5trf 


3  MET  a  little  girl  in  Honolulu, 
One  of  those  black-eyed,  brown-skinned  little  girls, 
Who  never  have  their  hair  done  up  in  paper, 

Like  little  white  girls  cultivating  curls. 
But  she  was  so  quaint,  so  pretty  and  so  curious, 

I  said,  "  My  little  girl,  how  do  you  do  ?  " 
And  what  do  you  think  she  said  —  the  little  Brownie  — 
"Who  you?  " 

"  I  am  a  great  big  man,  my  little  baby 

[Just  fooling  her,  because  I'm  rather  small], 
"  And  I've  a  great  big  pocket  rilled  with  candy  ; 

If  you  tell  to  me  your  name  I'll  give  you  all." 
And  what  she  said  I'm  sure  you'd  never  guess  it  ; 

Just  looking  up  as  though  she  didn't  mind, 
And  wasn't  at  all  afraid  —  the  sassy  baby  — 

"  You  funny  kind  !  " 

"I  think  you  '  funny  kind,'  my  sassy  baby," 

I  said  to  her,  although  I  didn't  know 
The  meaning  of  that  "  funny  kind"  expression, 

But  thought  I'd  find  out  by  pretending  so. 
And  the  answer  that  she  gave  —  the  little  keiki  — 

If  you  guessed  at  it  all  day  I  think  you'd  fail  ; 
She  frowned  at  me  and  said,  "  Pupule  haole, 

I  no  got  tail  !  " 


[14 


Oh,  you  never  saw  a  girl  who  was  so  sassy  ! 

But  I  said,  "  My  little  girl,  you  should  be  sweet 
And  nice,  and  every  one  would  give  you  candy, 

Ail  r  i  I      i  •  » 

And  lots  or  money  and  good  things  to  eat.  jL,  _ 

And  then  she  just  got  sassier  than  ever, 

And,  making  faces,  down  the  street  she  flew, 
Saying  :   "I  no  like  ;  you  too  much  cheeky  haole ; 

Nobody  like  you  !" 


d£i00ing  at 


E  sun  is  kissing  the  fleecy  clouds 
With  a  rosy-tinted  kiss  ; 
And  I  am  kissing  my  sweetheart 

With  as  full  a  measure  of  bliss. 
The  clouds  are  kissing  the  mountain-tops, 

The  stars  are  kissing  the  sky, 
The  daylight  is  kissing  the  pulsing  earth 

With  a  smile  and  a  happy  sigh. 
Somebody's  kissing  the  pensive  moon, 

For  she's  hiding  half  of  her  face  ; 
And  the  twittering  birds,  in  noisy  glee, 

Are  kissing  in  every  place. 
Over  all  nature  there  comes  a  kiss 

From  God,  of  peace  and  rest, 
But  the  kisses  I  steal  from  my  darling's  lips 

To  me  are  the  sweetest  and  best. 


£o  d  ©ainfg  Eittfe 

A"\H,  my  little  maiden, 
^"^     How  sweet  you  are  today, 
Like  a  little  butterfly 
Going  upon  its  way  ! 

Like  a  little  honey-bee 

Visiting  the  flowers, 
Making  love  to  all  of  them 

Through  the  sunny  hours. 

Like  a  little  birdie 

Singing  in  the  tree, 
Telling  us  how  happy 

It  is  possible  to  be. 

Like  a  ray  of  sunshine, 

Smiling  as  it  goes, 
Bringing  out  the  blushes 

Of  the  modest  little  rose. 

And,  my  little  baby, 

I  wish  that  this  were  true  : 

That  all  the  grown-up  girls  I  know 
Were  half  as  sweet  as  you  ! 


[16 


to  ©ream  of  £ot>e 

SONG. 
Air  :  "  Fra  Diavolo." 

sweet  to  dream  of  love 
Beside  the  waves  of  the  whispering  sea, 
Singing  a  wonderful  song  to  me, 
As  they  ever  onward  roll  ! 
But  oh,  the  song  they  sing 

Is  soft  and  sweet,  and  sad  and  low, 
And  swift  the  melody  rare  doth  flow 
Deep  into  my  soul  ! 

Heigh  ho  !   Oh,  for  the  light  in  Love's  bright  eyes  ! 
Oh,  for  the  flame  that  never  dies, 

But  lives  forevermore  ! 

Heigh  ho  !   Oh,  for  the  bliss  which  love  doth  bring, 
This  is  the  musical  song  they  sing, 

Breaking  on  the  shore  ! 

When  the  morning  breaks, 

And  the  lamps  no  more  in  heaven  are  hung, 

Sweet  are  the  songs  on  every  tongue, 
And  the  voice  of  the  cooing  dove. 
And  wheresoe'er  I  roam, 

By  mountain,  vale,  and  stream  and  hill, 

The  song  that's  echoing,  echoing  still 
Is  love,  is  love,  is  love  ! 

Heigh  ho  !    etc. 

in 


(guu  ®fofrx,  gfofe 


SONG 

Air  ;  "  Fra  Diavolo." 

Y  should  you  be  sighing  wearily, 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha, 
When  love  is  ever  smiling  cheerily, 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha. 

Where  the  flowers  are  blooming,  beautiful  and  fair, 
In  the  sparkling  waters,  in  the  whispering  air, 
And  through  the  boundless  spaces,  Love  is  there, 
Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha! 

Where  the  waves  are  sounding  on  the  shore, 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha, 
Love  is  ever  calling,  o'er  and  o'er, 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha. 

Yet  often  when  you  seek  him,  laughingly  he'll  fly, 
Though  you  pour  your  heart  out  in  a  yearning  sigh, 
Then  ere  you  know  the  moment  Love  is  nigh, 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha! 

Love  doth  come  unbidden  to  each  breast, 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha, 
Bringing  to  the  mind  a  sweet  unrest, 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha. 

But  happiness  he'll  bring,  too,  morning,  noon  and  night, 
And  loveliness  will  beam  in  all  that  greets  your  sight, 
And  the  world  be  brimming  o'er  with  glad  delight, 
Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha! 


[18 


Love  is  never  sleeping  night  or  day, 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha.  (guu 

Wantonly  he  takes  his  merry  way, 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha. 

Oh!  you  must  beware,  or  he  will  pierce  your  heart, 
For  the  rogue  is  armed  with  many  a  cunning  dart, 
But  bliss  is  ever  mingled  with  the  smart, 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha  ! 

If  love  should  come,  then  joy  will  never  die, 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha. 

Nevermore  your  heart  will  need  to  sigh, 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha. 

Sweet  will  be  the  fancies  that  around  you  throng, 

Airily  and  blithely  time  will  glide  along, 

And  life  will  be  a  dream  of  flowers  and  song, 

Aloha,  kuu  aloha,  aloha  ! 


19] 


<6ffa  of 


HULA 

I\VEET  Lahaina  by  the  sea, 

Oh,  how  dear  you  are  to  me  ! 
There  she  lives  so  blithe  and  free  : 

Ella  of  Lahaina. 

Dusky  is  her  flowing  hair, 
Nothing  with  it  can  compare, 
With  her  beauty,  oh,  so  rare  ! 

Ella  of  Lahaina. 

Free  and  easy  is  her  style, 

Gentle  is  her  winning  smile, 

And  she  would  your  heart  beguile  : 

Ella  of  Lahaina. 

How  I  love  to  hear  her  sing  ! 
She's  too  sweet  for  anything, 
Like  a  lark  upon  the  wing  : 

Ella  of  Lahaina. 

Oh  !   to  see  her  in  the  dance, 
Faith  she  would  your  soul  entrance, 
Like  a  dream  of  wild  romance  : 

Ella  of  Lahaina. 


[20 


In  her  features  you  can  trace  &W*  of 

All  the  soft  and  yielding  grace 
Of  the  old  Hawaiian  race  : 

Ella  of  Lahaina. 

Like  a  bird  upon  its  nest, 
Oh  !  forever  could  I  rest 
On  her  warm  and  heaving  breast : 

Ella  of  Lahaina. 


211 


"Sofoffc" 

To  a  picture  of  a  Taupo  maiden 
of  the  South  Seas. 

44  T^ALOFA,   Talofa,"  a  love-laden  saying; 

^^^   Ah!   dusky -hued  savage,  what  pleasure  there  lies 
In  the  warmth  of  your  being,  in  the  love  glances  playing 
Within  the  bright  depths  of  your  passionate  eyes  ! 

Clad  in  the  garments  which  Nature  has  wove  for  you, 
Quaint  and  luxurious  and  brief  is  your  dress  ; 

So  lovely  you  are,  by  the  gods  I  would  rove  for  you 
Millions  of  miles  your  brown  bosom  to  press ! 

Talofa,  Taupo,  soon  will  I  come  to  you, 
Soon  will  I  fold  you  close  unto  my  heart ; 

And  the  songs  that  I  fashion  forever  I'll  hum  to  you, 
Ever  and  ever,  and  never  to  part. 

Talofa,  Talofa !    oh,  smile  to  my  yearning, 
Drain  the  wild  rapture  that  flows  in  my  veins  ! 

Nurse  me  and  succor  me,  ease  the  mad  burning 
That  surges  within  me  :  Love's  bliss-laden  pains ! 

Then  will  I  blend  to  you,  rinding  no  end  to  you, 

Clinging  as  mortal  but  clings  in  a  kiss  ; 
Sweetly  I'll  sigh  to  you,  fondly  I'll  die  to  you, 

Drowned  in  love's  whirls  of  delirious  bliss ! 


[22 


(Leaving  Honolulu) 

E  sea,  the  wild  sea,  in  the  gathering  dark, 

With  the  swift,  hissing  waves    and  the  on-rushing 

bark, 

Like  a  bat  in  the  night,  with  its  broad  wings  outspread 
To  the  phantom-like  clouds  lowering  grimly  o'erhead  ; 
A  dim,  lurid  light  in  the  west,  where  the  sun 
In  a  turbulent  mood  from  our  vision  has  gone  ; 
A  ghostly  horned-moon  in  mad  haste  hurrying  by, 
With  one  lonely  star  in  an  ominous  sky  ; 
And  the  waves,   with  loud  shouting  grown  husky  and 

hoarse, 

Like  demons  flying  on,  on  their  wide-sweeping  course ; 
The  lusty-lunged  winds  swelling  out  every  sail, 
Groaning  loud  as  they're  hugged  to  the  breast  of  the  gale  ! 
Oh  !  the  loud-shouting  waves,  how  they  leap  and  they 

play, 
Drenching  vessel  and  sails   with   their  white,    splashing 

spray ! 

And  the  breeze,  how  of  health  and  of  vigor  it  speaks, 
Bringing  smiles  to  our  eyes  and  a  glow  to  our  cheeks ; 
How  the  blood  in  our  veins  gaily  dances  along, 
Like  the  wild,  reckless  waves,  with  their  weird,  witching 

song  ! 

No  soft,  whispering  airs  in  the  land  left  behind 
Have  such  life-giving  zest  as  this  deep-breathing  wind, 
Such  vigor  and  strength,  or  balm  such  as  this 
In  the  length  and  the  breadth  and  the  depth   of  their 

kiss! 


23] 


|ka  Though  'tis  sweet  to  abide  in  the  isles  of  the  palm, 
Midst  the  ordorous  warmth  and  the  slumberous  calm, 
Yet  the  mind  tires  at  length  of  the  lethargic  ease, 
And  the  charms  that  once  ravished  no  longer  they  please, 
And  it  turns  to  the  life  that  is  bounding  and  free, 
To  the  winds  and  the  spray  of  the  deep,  singing  sea  ! 


to  some  wondrous  world  transfixed  in  viewless 
space, 

Suspended  in  the  sky, 
With  a  milk-white  veil  of  snow  upon  your  stony  face, 

Seen  through  the  fleecy  clouds  that  'round  you  lie. 
Lonely,  mysterious,  cold  and  still  as  death, 

Stupendous  in  your  vastness  !     Silently 
In  awe  I  gaze,  and  catch  my  quickening  breath  :  — 

Dread  emblem  thou  of  life's  eternity  ! 
Weird,  solemn  spectre,  phantom-like  you  hold 

And  haunt  me  by  your  majesty  sublime ; 
Seeming  beyond  the  reach  of  all  save  God  ; 

Impervious  to  the  withering  work  of  Time  ! 


[24 


Oregon 


Honolulu 


Ofr  MONSTER  of  destruction, 
vL7     Asleep  it  there  doth  lie, 
Beneath  the  moon's  bright  rays 

And  peaceful  tropic  sky. 
How  gross  the  world  must  be, 

That  there  must  be,  to  quell 
The  devil  in  its  nature, 

An  instrument  of  hell  ! 
Error,  pomp  and  pride 

To  think  it  may  be  so  ; 
The  way  was  pointed  out 

Nineteen  centuries  ago  ! 


25] 


HULA 
( Returning  to  Honolulu) 

HE  morning  all  gloriously  is  breaking  : 

Sweet  morning,   bright  morning,   this  glad  tropic 
morning, 
As  merrily  our  rolling  way  we're  taking  — 

Over,  on  over  the  sea. 

The  sun  o'er  the  waters  blue  is  beaming : 

This  morning,  bright  morning,  this  glad  tropic  morning, 
Whilst  the  clouds  in  the  heavens  yet  are  dreaming  — 
Over,  on  over  the  sea. 

Our  ship  on  the  ocean's  breast  is  heaving : 

This  morning,  bright  morning,  this  glad  tropic  morning, 
As  swiftly  the  laughing  waves  she's  cleaving  — 
Over,  on  over  the  sea. 

The  bells  fore  and  aft  are  gaily  rhyming : 

This  morning,  bright  morning,  this  glad  tropic  morning, 
The  time  that  is  passing  softly  chiming  — 

Over,  on  over  the  sea. 

The  breezes  the  sails  are  roundly  swelling : 

This  morning,  bright  morning,  this  glad  tropic  morning, 
Whilst  the  log  in  our  wake  the  miles  is  telling  — 
Over,  on  over  the  sea. 


[26 


A  boatswain  above  his  course  is  winging  : 

This  morning,  bright  morning,  this  glad  tropic  morning, 
And  the  billows  a  song  of  life  are  singing  — 

Over,  on  over  the  sea. 

The  land  through  the  clouds  ahead  is  showing  : 

This  morning,  bright  morning,this  glad  tropic  morning, 
The  land  of  Hawaii  where  we're  going  — 

Over,  on  over  the  sea. 

The  palms  by  the  lava-rocks  are  swaying  : 

This  morning,  bright  morning,  this  glad  tropic  morning, 
Where  the  waves  on  the  coral  strand  are  playing  — 
Over,  on  over  the  sea. 

Oh  !  sweet  the  aloba  that  will  greet  us  : 

This  morning,  bright  morning,  this  glad  tropic  morning, 
From  the  friends  who  are  waiting  there  to  meet  us  — 
Over,  on  over  the  sea. 

Aloha,  aloba,  oh,  Hawaii ! 
Aloba,  aloba,  aloba  nui  loa! 
Aloba,  aloba,  oh,  Hawaii  ! 
For  oh,  thou  art  dear  unto  me  ! 


3T] 


feeainng  of  ffle  feeder* 

Honolulu 

the  wharf  they  are  gathered  together, 
This  beautiful,  sunny  day, 
Where  the  ships  and  boats  in  the  harbor 

Are  looking  so  bright  and  gay  ; 
Father  and  mother  and  brother, 

Sister  and  relatives,  all 
With  grief  in  their  hearts,  and  the  sunlight 
To  them  is  a  funeral  pall. 

Oh  !  the  weeping  and  wailing, 

Oh  !  the  torrents  of  tears, 
For  this  is  their  hour  of  parting, 

And  that  not  alone  for  years, 
But  ever  and  ever  and  ever, 

Never  to  meet  in  life, 
Father  and  mother  and  brother, 

Sister,  and  husband,  and  wife. 

Here  is  a  poor,  lone  mother, 

Clasping  her  youthful  son 
Close  to  her  breast,  and  weeping 

Tears  that  are  never  done. 
Soon  they  will  take  him  from  her, 

And  the  light  of  her  life  destroy, 
For  her  poor  old  heart  is  breaking 

For  the  loss  of  her  darling  boy. 


[28 


A  husband  and  wife  are  clinging, 

Wrapped  in  a  last  embrace, 
Again  and  again  he  kisses 

That  tear-stained,  upturned  face,  — 
That  face  with  its  pallid  anguish 

He  wooed  and  won  and  loved, 
Which  soon  will  from  him  vanish, 

To  a  living  grave  removed. 

A  bent  and  aged  couple, 

With  arms  that  are  thin  and  weak, 
Are  holding  a  little  maiden, 

Whilst  the  tears  course  down  each  cheek 
And  their  eyes  look  up  to  heaven 

In  a  wild,  appealing  way, 
But  the  sun  smiles  on  serenely 

On  the  vessels  in  the  bay  ! 

A  stalwart  man  is  weeping,  — 

Weeping  silently, 
Wiping  away  the  tear-drops 

So  that  none  perchance  may  see  ; 
No  friend  is  by  consoling, 

His  grief  is  all  his  own ; 
As  one  accursed  by  Nature, 

He  mutely  mourns  alone. 


291 


&eatnnof   And  here,  benumbed,  heart-broken, 
Of  f0£        An  afflicted  woman  stands, 
<»  With  a  voice  that  is  choked  by  sobbing, 

Clasping  her  daughter's  hands, 
And  twixt  the  dreary  wailing 
There  comes  a  piteous  cry 
From  the  child  of  that  anguished  mother 
"  Good-bye,  Mama,  good-bye. 

"  Good-bye,  Mama,  forever  ! 

Oh  !  must  you  from  me  go  ? ' ' 
And  they  cling  unto  each  other 

In  the  depths  of  their  bitter  woe  ; 
Then  the  tears  afresh  are  flowing, 

And  again  that  piteous  cry, 
That  speaks  of  a  world  of  sorrow  : 

"Good-bye,  Mama,  good-bye." 

Then  over  the  smiling  waters 

A  boat  is  slowly  rowed  ; 
It  comes  to  take  the  lepers 

To  their  lifelong  dread  abode, 
Away  to  a  distant  island, 

Never  again  to  view 
The  scenes  of  their  happy  childhood, 

And  the  friends  so  fond  and  true  ! 


[30 


Never  again  to  listen  £0e  &eat>ing 

To  the  voices  that  they  love,  $f  ffe 

Never  by  mountain  and  valley, 

And  crystal  streams  to  rove, 
Never  with  friend  or  lover 

To  spend  the  sunny  hours 
In  favorite  haunts,  and  gather 

The  beautiful,  fragrant  flowers. 

Never  father  or  mother, 

Brother  or  sister  to  see, 
But  outcasts  among  strangers, 

This  is  their  destiny  ; 
Morning,  noon  and  evening 

Their  heartfelt  woe  to  nurse, 
With  those  alone  who  are  bearing 

The  marks  of  their  terrible  curse  ! 

And  now  a  steamer's  whistle 

Breaks  on  the  warm,  still  air, 
But  it  comes  to  the  weary  mourners 

Like  a  wail  of  dark  despair, 
Though  the  sky  is  blue  and  the  sunlight 

Gleams  on  the  ocean's  breast, 
And  the  verdurous  vales  and  mountains 

Are  speaking  of  peace  and  rest. 


31] 


Then  rises  a  cry  of  sorrow, 
0*  fgg        A  prolonged,  dreary  moan, 
*  Like  the  voice  of  a  suffering  spirit 

From  whom  all  hope  has  flown  ; 
And  the  last  alohas  are  spoken, 

And  the  boat  from  the  wharf  departs 
Bearing  away  its  cargo 

Of  bleeding  and  broken  hearts  ; 

Bearing  away  its  burden 

Of  life  that  has  lost  its  light, 
Taking  it  into  the  lonely 

Pain  of  an  endless  night  ; 
And  the  steamer  glides  over  the  waters, 

Away  from  the  coral  shore, 
Which  the  gaze  of  the  stricken  creatures 

Will  rest  on  nevermore  ! 


California 


[LORIOUS  land  of  beauty, 

Happy  Golden  State, 
Where  sunshine's  ever  gleaming, 

And  joys  on  mortals  wait  ; 
Oh,  favored  are  the  children 

To  whom  thou  givest  birth, 
For  thou'rt  the  brightest  Eden 
In  all  the  lovely  earth  ! 

Thy  grand  and  lofty  mountains 

Are  often  capped  with  snow, 
But  thy  verdant,  fertile  valleys 

Cold  Winter  never  know. 
Spring,  Summer  and  rich  Autumn 

There  sport  on  joyous  wing, 
Whilst  flowers  bright  are  blooming, 

And  song-birds  blithely  sing. 

Thy  fragrant  orange-blossoms 

Perfume  the  bracing  air, 
And  luscious  grapes  are  growing 

Profusely  everywhere. 
Thy  larder  it  is  teeming 

With  choicest  vines  and  wealth, 
And  thy  soft  Pacific  breezes 

Give  sparkling  life  and  health. 


35] 


O  bounteous  land,  overflowing 

With  flowers  and  fruits  and  wine, 
The  sweetest  words  are  idle 

To  tell  such  charms  as  thine  ; 
The  glory  of  thy  sunsets 

What  pen  can  e'er  portray  ? 
And  the  beauty  of  thy  daughters, 

More  ravishing  than  they  ? 

Then  hail,  bright  California, 

With  all  thy  untold  joys  ; 
Life's  a  dream  of  gladness 

Beneath  thy  sunny  skies  ; 
Oh,  nowhere  in  the  sweet  world 

Can  man  so  happy  be, 
For  heaven  has  its  reflection, 

Dear  Golden  Land,  in  thee  ! 


ANTA  BARBARA,  ever  fair, 

Beautiful  and  serene, 
Radiant,  rich  beyond  compare, 

With  your  floral  wealth 
And  your  charms  so  rare,  — 
Hail,  California*  a  Queen  ! 

Santa  Barbara,  bride  of  the  hills  ; 

Close,  in  a  soft  embrace, 
Nestling  in  their  arms  you  lie, 
Gazing  up  at  the  deep  blue  sky 

With  a  smile  on  your  mobile  face. 

Fragrant  blossoms  adorn  your  breast, 

Lavishly  on  it  strewn  ; 
Winter  and  Summer,  Autumn  and  Spring, 
Ever  of  rapturous  things  you  sing,  — 

With  you  it  is  always  June  ! 

Ever  odorous  is  your  breath 

With  incense  of  bright  flowers, 
Ever  pleasant  the  thoughts  that  bide 
Within  your  aura,  whilst  gently  glide 
The  perfume-haunted  hours  ! 


37] 


Song-birds  break  your  blissful  sleep 

When  Day  steals  o'er  the  hills  ; 
Then  butterflies,  birds  and  roving  bees 
Proclaim  their  joyous  ecstacies, 

And  life  just  throbs  and  thrills  ! 

The  Sea  is  a  constant  lover  who  woos, 

And  worships  at  your  feet, 
And  every  hour  of  the  smiling  day 
He  sings,  and  at  night  for  your  love  doth  pray 

In  a  voice  that  is  sad  and  sweet  ! 

The  fervent  Sun,  through  the  circling  year, 

Beams  on  you  from  above, 
And  the  delicate,  whispering  Zephyrs  sigh, 
Kissing  your  lips  as  they  wander  by, 

Murmuring  words  of  love. 

The  changeful  Moon,  with  pensive  smile, 
On  your  sleeping  form  doth  shine, 

And  the  dark  Night  comes,  with  a  million  eyes, 

Tranquil  and  soft,  in  mute  surprise, 
To  gaze  on  your  charms  divine. 

The  bells  that  swing  on  the  Mission  walls 

Sing  gladly  in  your  praise, 
Telling  how  wondrously  fair  you've  grown, 
Through  the  many  changes  you  have  known, 

From  the  dear  old  Padre  days. 


[33 


And  the  grand,  grey  mountains,  for  ages  past, 

Have  loved  you  from  afar  ; 
And  ever  and  ever,  throughout  all  time, 
Men  will  sing  of  your  grace  sublime,  — 

How  lovely  and  sweet  you  are  ! 

Santa  Barbara,  ever  fair, 

Beautiful  and  serene, 
Radiant,  rich  beyond  compare, 

With  your  floral  wealth 
And  your  charms  so  rare,  — 

Hail,  California's  Queen  ! 


39] 


Santa  Barbara 

Mission  bells,  I  love  to  hear  you  chiming, 
Though  something  sad  is  sounding  in  your  notes ; 
Like  spirit- voices  from  the  past  you're  calling, 

Whilst  trying  to  clear  the  rust  from  out  your  throats ! 

Cling,  clang,  cling,  you  sadly  cry, 

While  swinging  to  and  fro, 
Clang,  cling,  clang,  you  speak  to  me 

Of  days  long,  long  ago  ! 

Visions  strange  before  my  mind  are  thronging ; 

I  see  the  altar  where  the  padre  stands, 
With  eyes  upturned,  the  holy  mass  repeating, 

The  crucifix  aloft  within  his  hands. 

Cling,  clang,  cling,  your  song  you  sing 

From  alcoves  high  in  air  ; 
Clang,  cling,  clang,  now  resting  are 

The  hands  that  placed  you  there  ! 

Dusky  forms  upon  the  ground  are  kneeling, 

While  from  the  choir  strong,  chanting  voices  ring  ; 

With  hearts  inspired  by  sweet  religious  feeling, 
In  praise  to  God  a  solemn  hymn  they  sing. 

Cling,  clang,  cling,  in  monotones 

You  murmur,  as  in  pain  ; 
Clang,  cling,  clang,  you  mourn  the  past 

That  never  comes  again  ! 


«'  Pray  for  us,  O  holy  Virgin  Mother,"  ^e  (X 

The  zealous  converts  reverently  say  ;  (geffe 

"  And  all  ye  angels  bright,  and  saints  in  heaven, 
We  ask  your  prayers  to  guide  us  on  our  way  !  " 

Cling,  clang,  cling,  how  great  a  joy 

To  call  to  worship  then ; 
Clang,  cling,  clang,  to  move  the  souls 

Of  simple,  holy  men  ! 

Drowsy  incense  through  the  chapel's  floating, 

As  slowly  to  and  fro  the  censer's  swung, 
And  drooping  forms  their  breasts  are  gently  beating 

Whene'er  the  tinkling  altar-bell  is  rung. 

Cling,  clang,  cling,  your  echoes  rang 

Within  each  open  heart, 
Clang,  cling,  clang,  what  reverence 

Your  tones  could  then  impart  ! 

"  Dominus  vobiscum,"  and  the  answer  :  — 

"  Et  cum  spiritu  tuo,"  soft  I  hear, 
From  fervent  lips,  in  deep  resounding  murmur  ; 

And  God  and  heaven  unto  them  seem  more  near. 

Cling,  clang,  cling,  the  years  have  stilled 

The  beating  of  those  hearts  ; 
Clang,  cling,  clang,  in  silence  gone  — 

Thus  all  in  life  departs  ! 


41] 


(JJliBBton    Yet  still  is  here  the  Mission  where  they  worshiped ; 

Within  its  walls  a  few  pale  monks  reside ; 
Unmindful  of  the  world,  in  meditation, 

Like  brooding  ghosts  from  out  the  past  they  glide. 

Cling,  clang,  cling,  a  prayer  or  mass 
They  deem  the  greatest  good  ; 

Clang,  cling,  clang,  they  count  their  beads, 
And  love  their  solitude  ! 

The  quaint  adobe  dwellings  are  in  ruins  ; 

Time  leaned  too  heavily  on  them  and  they  fell  ; 
Yet  here  and  there  a  few  remains  are  cherished, 

The  history  of  the  past  to  mutely  tell. 

Cling,  clang,  cling,  you  all  belong 

Unto  a  by-gone  day  : 
Ye  monks  and  bells  and  sturdy  walls, 

Now  hastening  to  decay  ! 

O  Mission  bells,  I  love  to  hear  you  tolling, 

Though  something  sad  is  sounding  in  your  notes ; 

Like  spirit-voices  from  the  past  you're  calling, 

Whilst  trying  to  clear  the  rust  from  out  your  throats  ! 


[42 


it!  to  ©i68fee'a 


Santa  Barbara 

the  hill  to  Dibblee's 
In  the  early  morning  bright, 
With  a  heart  that's  gay  I  take  my  way, 

And  a  step  that's  firm  and  light  ; 
By  the  brown  and  winding  pathway 
The  flowers  peep  from  the  grass, 
And  the  linnets  warble  a  roundelay 
To  me  as  I  blithely  pass. 

Over  the  hill  to  Dibblee's, 

When  the  sun  is  an  hour  from  bed, 
When  the  light  mist  lies  in  the  valley  below, 

And  the  clear  sky  overhead  ; 
When  the  city  is  dreamily  waking, 

And  the  curling  smoke  doth  rise 
Like  incense  from  the  chimney-tops, 

To  the  blue  of  the  tranquil  skies. 

Over  the  hill  to  Dibblee's, 

Wrapped  in  the  shimmering  haze, 
Lovely  beyond  describing 

Is  the  vision  on  which  I  gaze  : 
Mountains  fantastic,  and  valley 

Green  with  its  springtime  dress, 
With  blushing  blossoms  scattered  around 

Enhancing  its  loveliness  ! 


43] 


*0e   Over  the  hill  to  Dibblee's, 
to        Grand  the  old  Mission  appears  ; 

Rom*ntic  and  massive,  its  strong  grey  walls 

Speak  of  the  by-gone  years. 
No  wonder  my  heart  beats  madly, 

And  again  is  mute  and  still, 
Thanking  God  for  the  happiness 
I  feel  upon  Dibblee's  hill. 

Over  the  hill  to  Dibblee's, 

Beautiful  is  the  sea, 
Away  ahead  where  the  blue-green  waves 

Are  singing  a  song  for  me. 
Oh,  the  odors  arising  from  cypress,  gum  and  pine  ! 

My  senses  reel  with  the  joy  I  feel, 
Such  a  wanton  bliss  is  mine. 

Over  the  hill  to  Dibblee's, 

On  by  the  grassy  way, 
Where  the  breakers  leaping  on  Castle  Rock 

Are  blossoming  into  spray. 
A  plunge  in  the  tempting  waters, 

A  vigorous,  glorious  swim, 
And  the  goblet  of  pleasure  I  lustily  drink 

Is  full  to  the  very  brim  ! 


"©incto 

Santa  Barbara 

jt"HERE'S  a  dusky  band  of  brigands  assail  me  every 
^     day: 

"  Dinero  quiero." 
And  these  the  words  so  terrible  which  unto  me  they  say : 

"Dinero  quiero." 

They  cluster  wildly  'round  me  —  no  use  to  try  and  run  ; 
They  shout  and  dance  as  though  it  was  a  matter  of  great 

fun  ; 

I  can't  mistake  their  meaning,  for  they're  yelling  every 
one  : 

"Dinero  quiero." 

Their  wild,    bright  eyes  are  open  just  as  wide  as  are 
their  mouths  : 

"  Dinero  quiero." 

They  grab  my  coat  ;  oh,  horror !  amidst  their  dreadful 
shouts  : 

"Dinero  quiero." 
And  louder  still  they  clamor  as  they  'round  my  figure 

dance ; 

Half  a  dozen  nickels  doesn't  seem  a  circumstance  ; 
They'd  like  about  a  million,  I  can  see  just  at  a  glance  : 

"Dinero  quiero." 


This  band  of  fierce  marauders   has  a   black-eyed   little 
chief, 

"Dinero  quiero." 

And  every  time  he  leads  the  gang  I'm  sure  to  come  to 
grief  : 

"  Dinero  quiero." 

The  zealous  importuner,  —  his  age  perhaps  is  four, 
And  the  rest  of  his  adventurers  are  five  or  six,  not  more  ; 
So  no  wonder  I  should  tremble  when  I  hear  the  rascals 
roar: 

"Dinero  quiero." 

They're  every  one  mucbacbos,  brown,  wiry  little  elves  : 

"  Dinero  quiero." 

To  the  money  in  my  pockets  how  they'd  like  to  help 
themselves  ! 

"Dinero  quiero." 

And  when  the  spoils  are  captured,  hilarious  is  their  joy  ; 
O  Memory,  but  yesterday  I,  too,  was  such  a  boy  ! 
And  my  heart  takes  in  the  little  chaps  as  lustily  they  cry  : 

"  Dinero  quiero  !  " 


[46 


t$e  (gain  Comes  ©otw 

Ventura 

the    fain   comes  down,    though    the    world 
grows  dull, 
Every  face  with  joy  is  full 
(  That  just  before  seemed  quite  forlorn, 
And  a  troubled,  uneasy  look  had  worn, 
As  for  weeks  they  gazed  with  anxious  eyes 
On  the  beautiful  blue  of  the  sunny  skies), 
And  under  each  umbrella  you  meet, 
As  you  slide  along  the  slippery  street, 
You're  sure  to  see  a  smiling  face, 
And  hear  the  people  in  every  place 
Fully  agreeing  that,  altogether, 
This  is  the  "  loveliest  "  kind  of  weather. 

A  flood  of  happiness  strikes  the  town 

When  the  rain  comes  down  ! 

When  the  rain  comes  down  the  rancher  is  gay, 
And  hustles  around  in  a  cheery  way, 
And  says  to  his  wife  :    "  I  don't  suppose 
You  need  to  bother  with  them  old  clothes  ; 
See  how  it's  raining  —  now,  that's  just  grand  !  " 
And  his  wife  lets  fall  from  her  busy  hand 
The  pants  and  patches,  and  says  :    "I  guess 
I'll  be  able  now  to  have  that  new  dress 
We  spoke  about  a  month  ago." 


And  the  rancher  cannot  answer  no, 

^or  t^ie  ra*n  'ls  S*n8m8  to  kim  a  song 
That  pleases  him  well  as  it  sweeps  along  ; 
And  he  laughs  and  smiles,  for  the  rain-song  means 
©OttM   corri  and  barley  and  hay  and  beans  ; 
And  every  drop  of  the  welcome  rain 
Is  a  bean  to  him,  and  he  smiles  again. 

A  radiant  man  is  Rancher  Brown 

When  the  rain  comes  down  ! 

When  the  rain  comes  down,  in  the  shortest  while 

The  tradesmen  all  begin  to  smile 

And  rub  their  hands  and  stroke  their  chin, 

In  fancy  ushering  customers  in  ; 

And  the  clerks  in  the  store  wear  a  busy  air, 

Dust  the  counters,  and  everywhere 

Hurry  about  in  the  greatest  haste, 

Displaying  their  goods  with  the  nicest  taste  ; 

And  the  shoe-store  man  is  heard  to  say  : 

"  This  is  the  weather  for  *  making  hay  '  ;  " 

Parading  his  rubbers  and  stoutest  shoes, 

Appropriate  things  for  the  people  to  use 

To  ward  off  fevers  and  colds  and  chills, 

Rheumatic  pains  and  doctors'  bills. 

And  the  rain  still  falls  with  a  joyous  sop, 

A  smile  embodied  in  every  drop  ; 

And  never  a  mortal  is  seen  to  frown 

When  the  rain  comes  down  ! 


When  the  rain  comes  down  the  earth,  in  bliss, 

Feels  the  life-giving,  tremulous  kiss 

Upon  her  lips,  of  the  lusty  rain, 

And  thrills  with  vigorous  life  again. 

She  opens  her  arms  to  the  soft  embrace 

Of  her  amorous  lover,  with  smiling  face  ; 

Drains  the  sweets  of  the  honeyed  showers, 

And  dreams  of  grasses  and  beautiful  flowers  ; 

Dreams  of  butterflies,  birds  and  bees, 

Browsing  cattle  and  leafy  trees, 

Singing  rivers  and  rills  and  streams  ; 

Oh,  sweet,  indeed,  are  the  earth's  glad  dreams  ! 

The  world  is  wearing  a  golden  crown 

When  the  rain  comes  down  ! 


49] 


E  days  are  long,  and   the  fields    are   brown   and 
yellow, 

Greener  seem  the  trees  that  nestle  by  the  hills, 
Oh!  the  days  are  warm,  and  the  evenings  they  are  mellow, 
And  a  soft,  sweet  sense  of  joy  it  all  instils. 

The  wild  flowers  fade  strewn  upon  the  meadows, 
But  freshly  flourish  in  the  canons  by  the  streams, 

And  the  song-birds  sing  resting  in  the  shadows, 

'Neath  the  cool  green  leaves  where  silence  ever  dreams. 

Dreams !  dreams !  dreams !  the  whole  gay  world  is 
dreaming : 

The  mountains  and  vales,  the  heaven-speaking  flowers  ; 
Dreaming  of  Love,  and  the  songs  around  me  teeming 

Speak  of  her  beauty  and  the  magic  .of  her  powers. 

Love  fills  the  earth,  everything  filling, 

Bird,  leaf  and  flower  tremble  in  bliss, 
Tremble  and  blush,  blushing  and  thrilling, 

And  the  noonday  swoons  'neath  the  ardor  of  her  kiss  ! 

Radiant  Spirit,  to  me  thou  art  a  maiden 

Voluptuously  fashioned,  with  a  mobile  face, 

And  a  form  with  the  charms  of  summer  days  laden  : 
The  fragrance,  the  softness,  the  beauty  and  grace. 


[50 


You  sing  to  me  now,  and  again  you  are  sighing, 

Your  rosebud  lips  breaking  gently  apart, 
And  a  quick,  yearning  voice  in  my  soul  is  replying,  -.    « 

As  your  light  touch  steals  o'er  the  strings  of  my  heart.        * 

The  wild  bee  hums  :   a  brave  merry  rover, 

The  dove  coos  low,  your  voice  it  can  hear  ; 
And  the  songs  of  the  day  are  of  sweetheart  and  lover, 

Oh  !  the  songs  of  the  day  are  glad  to  my  ear. 

The  light  breeze  plays  with  the  flowers  and  the  grasses, 

Whispering  your  secrets,  sauntering  along, 
And  they  all  bend  low  to  hear  as  it  passes, 

Then  murmur  and  murmur  your  rapturous  song. 

By  verdurous  hills  when  twilight  is  falling, 

Where  mingle  their  odors  the  sage  and  the  pine, 

Bird  calls  to  bird,  lovingly  calling, 

But  the  love  notes  uttered  are  all  of  them  thine. 

Thine,  too,  the  fragrance  the  flowers  are  outbreathing, 
Sweet  as  fond  kisses  which  young  lovers  steal ; 

And  Nature  her  garlands  in  bliss  is  enwreathing, 
And  the  joy  that  they  hold  is  the  joy  that  you  feel. 

Rich  are  the  fruits  on  the  trees  and  the  bushes, 
In  orchard  and  garden,  on  bramble  and  stem, 

So  fair  to  the  view,  so  mellow  and  luscious, 

My  thoughts  are  of  you  while  I'm  gazing  on  them. 


(J.   The  clear  river  runs  in  a  wild,  merry  fashion, 
<£aftforma        ^he  smooth  round  boulders  tumbling  o'er, 
^n8mg  °f  ^e  anc^  t^ie  depth  of  'lts  passion, 

Then  murmuring  of  love  like  a  gay  troubadour. 

The  butterfly  seeks  out  the  flower  that  is  fairest, 
The  humming-bird  sips  of  the  sweetest  and  best, 

And  my  spirit  on  thine,  that  is  purest  and  rarest, 
Would  fain  evermore  in  repose  gently  rest. 

Then  would  I  dream  as  airily  I'm  dreaming, 
But  feel  in  its  fulness  what  faintly  I  feel, 

And  the  things  that  are  now  would  be  only  in  seeming, 
And  the  dreams  that  are  now  alone  would  be  real ! 

Dreams  of  the  morning,  noonday  and  even, 

Born  of  the  sun  and  the  stars  and  the  moon, — 

Dreams  that  are  changing  the  earth  into  heaven 

By  the  witchery  that  lies  in  this  fair  month  of  June  ! 

And  the  sun  and  the  moon  and  the  stars  in  their  glory 
Sing  to  me  blithely  as  onward  I  rove, 

And  the  warm  pulsing  earth  is  repeating  the  story, 

And  the  songs  that  they  weave  are  the  dream-songs  of 
Love! 


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COVE'S  the  yearning  poet's  theme, 
^     Of  love  his  soul  is  ever  singing  ; 
Like  blossoms  rare  his  thoughts  so  fair 
From  out  his  life  are  springing. 

Love's  an  angel's  raptured  song, 

From  God  to  us  poor  mortals  given, 

A  golden  strand  with  which  to  bind 
Our  souls  to  Him  and  heaven. 

If  love  be  not,  then  life  must  be 

A  dreary  world  where  weeds  are  growing, 
Where  not  a  flower  its  fragrance  sheds, 

And  chilly  winds  are  blowing. 

Ah,  loveless  soul,  sad  is  your  lot, 
No  rosy  chains  of  love  to  bind  you  ; 

Before  you  lies  a  stormy  sea, 
A  barren  waste  behind  you  ! 


55] 


of 

A^HE  world  said  to  a  singer  :   "  Sing  me  your  sweetest 

song, 

Give  me  the  grandest  melody  that  doth  to  life  belong ; 
You've  sung  of  hopes  and  longings,  of  joy  and  misery, 
But  I  must  have  a  grander  song  than  all  of  these  from 

thee." 

The  weary  singer  faltered,  "  Oh,  what  can  I  sing  more? 
I've  sung  you  heartfelt  melodies  a  thousand  times  before.'* 
Then  a  blissful  thought  came  to  him,  like  a  voice  from 

heaven  above, 
And  he  sang  the  sweetest  song  of  all,  the  mystic  song  of 

love  ! 

Then    the    world    in    wonder    listened    to    the    singer's 

raptured  lay, 
And  banished  was  all  sorrow,  and  night  seemed  bright 

as  day, 
And    heavy   hearts  were    lightened    that    had    mourned 

throughout  the  years, 
And  listless  eyes  were  brightened,   and  smiled  through 

happy  tears. 
Then  the  singer's  voice  grew  stronger,  and  louder  still 

it  rang, 

And  peace  came  to  his  hearers  the  while  he  blithely  sang  ; 
The  day  was  rilled  with  music,  which  held  men's  souls 

in  thrall, 
And  the  world  bowed  down  and  worshiped  the  sweetest 

song  of  all  ! 


[56 


(ID  we  not  hunger,  then  we'd  ne'er  know  joy  ; 

In  Hunger's  womb  all  happiness  has  birth  ! 
Had  we  no  cravings  life  would  be  extinct ; 
Hunger  is  Life,  Satiety  is  Death  ! 
And  Death  is  Life  again  !      Oh,  wondrous  mystery  ! 
But  this  I  know  :    all  Life  must  hungry  be  ! 

The  ardent  lover  hungers  for  a  smile 
From  her  he  loves,  and  in  a  world  of  bliss 
Vibrates  and  throbs,  when  in  some  raptured  hour 
He  steals  from  her  coy  lips  one  little  kiss. 
Then  what  ?     There  comes  a  longing  and  a  pain, 
And  he  would  kiss  and  kiss  and  kiss  again  ! 

Yet  full  completeness  never  can  be  his, 

Else  he  had  kissed  but  once,  then  all  was  done 

So  far  as  kissing  went,  and  life  had  ceased 

The  moment  that  the  victory  was  won  ! 

I  joy  that  Nature's  plan  was  never  this, 

Or  I  had  known  the  bliss  of  but  one  kiss  ! 

'Tis  thus  through  all  the  subtleties  of  life  : 
The  object  gained,  the  wish  is  born  to  rove  ; 
We  know  not  why  ;   'tis  Nature  bids  us  change  — 
Thus  live  !  and  fear  and  hope,  and  hate  and  love, 
And  yearn  for  newer  joys  each  want  to  fill, 
And  seek  for  something  better,  sweeter  still ! 


night  you  gave  me  something  —  nothing:  some- 

thing  still ! 

As  real  as  is  the  world,  the  universe  combined ; 
But  this  strange  thing  which  you  on  me  bestowed 
Was  felt  more  by  my  soul  than  by  my  mind  ; 
'Twas  an  electric  shock,  a  pulsing  bliss, 
A  long,  delicious,  warm,  magnetic  kiss ! 

My  lips  touched  yours,  drawn  thither,  swiftly  drawn 

By  some  wild  impulse,  as  the  magnet  flies 

Unto  the  steel,  by  some  affinity, 

A  subtle  something  that  within  them  lies ; 

Each  feels  for  each,  each  to  the  other  springs, 

And  seems  content,  and  gently,  softly  clings ! 

It  thrilled  my  very  soul,  and  thrills  me  still, 
And  every  portion  of  my  being  doth  fill 
With  keenest  life,  that  tingles  and  vibrates 
Again  and  yet  again,  pulsates  and  still  pulsates  ; 
And  o'er  my  heart-strings  sweeps  a  long  soft  sigh ; 
I  sigh  and  sigh  and  sigh,  and  know  not  why  ! 

It  was  the  first  fond  kiss  you  to  me  gave, 

Setting  bright  waves  of  thought  in  trembling  motion, 

That  rise  and  fall  and  sing  as  on  they  swell, 

Like  white-caps  gaily  dancing  on  the  ocean, 

And  sweeping  on,  rise  higher  still  and  higher, 

As  though  no  bounds  could  be  to  their  desire  ! 


[53 


I  thought  your  spirit  entered  into  mine, 
That  I  absorbed  you,  body,  mind  and  soul ; 
We  seemed  as  one,  you  fitted  into  me, 
And  I  in  you,  one  sweet  harmonious  whole ; 
You  filled  the  void  within  my  mind  and  heart, 
Each  aching  wound  no  more  did  pain  and  smart. 

Each  tiny  atom  of  my  plastic  frame 

With  superconscious  life  became  imbued, 

And  grew  and  grew  until  they  worlds  became, 

Whirling  in  space  amid  the  solitude, 

As  move  the  stars  in  rhythmic,  measured  time ; 

And  I :  the  Universe,  complete,  sublime  ! 

A  mystic  song  was  sounding  in  my  ears, 
A  melody  too  delicate  to  play 
On  other  strings  beside  those  of  the  heart ; 
A  song  that  drives  all  discord  far  away, 
And  keeps  the  mind  forever  fair  and  young — 
A  sweeter  song  than  tongue  has  ever  sung ! 

'Twas  Love  that  sang!  then  let  us  kiss  again, 
And  hear  his  witching  song,  and  taste  his  honeyed 

blisses ; 

So  sweet  it  is,  I'd  fain  forever  rest 
My  lips  on  yours,  vibrating  to  your  kisses, 
And  dreamily  drift  on  Love's  impassioned  sea 
From  life  to  life  throughout  eternity ! 


591 


sweet,  impulsive  sunflowers, 
I  meet  you  every  day, 
You  nod  to  me,  you  speak  to  me, 

I  wonder  what  you  say  ? 
]  meet  you  by  the  wayside, 

In  the  fields  and  by-paths,  too, 
No  matter  where  I  ramble 
I  am  always  meeting  you. 

And  you  dear,  impressive  sunflowers, 

So  familiar  you've  become, 
I'd  feel  lonesome  were  you  missing 
From  the  places  where  I  roam. 

But  your  looks  are  far  from  modest  ; 

You've  never  yet  seemed  shy, 
And  you  gaze  on  me  intensely 

With  your  ardent  dark-brown  eye  ; 
You  look  at  me  serenely 

With  a  confidential  smile, 
And  there's  something  very  queenly 
In  your  unaffected  style. 

Yes,  you  wink  at  me  unblushingly, 
And  wantonly  and  gushingly, 
As  though  you'd  like  to  woo  me, 
If  only  for  a  while  ! 


[60 


Oh  !  you  wild  and  wicked  sunflowers,  JJunf fot»ere 

There's  no  virtue  in  your  glance, 
But  there's  chivalry  about  you, 

And  you're  teeming  with  romance  ; 
The  violet,  rose  and  daisy 

Seem  angelic  and  fair, 
But  there's  a  charm  about  you 
More  ravishing  and  rare  ! 

Oh  !   the  violet,  rose  and  daisy 
Are  more  gentle,  but  I'm  crazy 
With  the  thoughts  which  you  are  whispering 
When  I  meet  you  everywhere  ! 

Yes,  you're  full  of  mad  abandonment, 

Of*  love  that  likes  to  range, 
And  though  you'd  swear  by  one  today, 

Tomorrow  you  would  change  ! 
You're  lusty  and  you're  amorous, 
You're  flippant  and  you're  gay, 
Yet  how  can  I  resist  you 

When  you  woo  me  in  this  way  ? 

Oh  !   I  read  your  thoughts  so  clearly, 
You  would  swear  to  love  me  dearly, 
And  you'd  rob  me  of  my  virtue 
If  I  chanced  with  you  to  stray  ! 


61] 


But  you  glad  and  joyous  sunflowers 

You  are  sparkling  and  bright, 
And  you  fill  the  world  around  me 

With  a  warm  and  mellow  light  ; 
You  eclipse  the  gloomy  visions 

That  at  times  around  me  throng, 
For  you're  full  of  merry  laughter, 

And  you're  brimming  o'er  with  song. 
So  I'll  forgive  the  madness 
Of  your  love  for  all  the  gladness 
You  are  shedding  o'er  my  pathway 
As  I  lightly  stroll  along. 


love  and  be  loved,"  a  maiden  sighed, 
«'  How  happy  would  life  then  be  ! 
Oh,  I  wonder  if  in  the  wide,  wide  world, 
This  love  abides  for  me  ? 

"Tis  lonely  here  in  the  world  so  sweet, 
Though   blossoms    are    springing   around  my 
feet." 

To  love  and  be  loved,"  a  poet  cried  ; 

"  Oh,  life  is  a  weary  thing 
Without  this  heavenly,  ideal  love 
Of  which  I  dream  and  sing  ! 

This  beautiful  world  is  a  dreary  spot 
Whilst  I  dream  of  love,  and  find  it  not." 

To  love  and  be  loved,"  an  angel  said, 

"  With  body  and  soul  and  mind, 
Is  the  bliss  the  spirits  in  heaven  know, 
Which  never  on  earth  you  find. 

But  oh,  in  that  fragrant,  tranquil  sphere, 
The  love  will  be  yours  you  sigh  for  here  !  " 


63] 


QlJemiftfuf  QRoBe  <mb  a  (ttiofef 


©BEAUTIFUL  rose  I  plucked  one  day, 
It  had  no  perfume  —  I  cast  it  away. 
A  violet  lay  in  the  grass  at  my  feet  ; 
It  spoke  to  my  soul  with  its  fragrance  sweet  ! 

A  vain,  handsome  woman,  in  artistic  pose, 
Once  threw  me  a  smile  —  'twas  the  scentless  rose  ! 
A  modest  young  maiden  by  chance  I  met, 
Plain,  clever  and  sweet  —  'twas  the  violet  ! 


[LOOD  in  the  cheek  of  a  beautiful  girl 

Is  lovely  to  gaze  upon  ; 
And  who  would  speak  of  the  dainty  cheek 

When  the  rich,  ripe  color  is  gone  ? 
Blood  that  is  shed  is  a  horrible  red, 

And  gruesome  and  terrible  seems  ; 
But  the  blood  in  the  cheek  of  a  maiden  fair 
Inspires,  whilst  warmly  mantling  there, 
A  million  poets'  themes  ! 


[6* 


f  o 


THERE  such  a  thing  as  Love  ?" 
Fie  upon  you,  out  upon  you  ! 

See  how  Mother  Nature  joins 

Things  in  pairs  so  neatly  ! 

Is  there  such  a  thing  as  Love  ?  " 
Ask  your  heart,  that  warmly  beating 
Wishes  for  a  tender  greeting, 
And  'twill  tell  you  sweetly  ! 

Is  there  such  a  thing  as  Love  ?  " 
Ask  your  Soul,  with  all  its  burning  — 
Can  //  love  ?     Its  passionate  yearning 
Answers  you  completely  ! 


O^OUR  selfish  Passion  ! 
fa      Dignify  it  by  the  name  of  Love  ! 
And  swear  by  all  you  know  'tis  Love's  most  sacred  fire ; 
Then  jealous  grow  and  watchful,  eager  to  distrust, 
And  know  you  know  not  Love,  but  Lust ! 


you're  an  ivy  plant, 
Graceful,  tall  and  slender, 
That  doth  ever  love  to  cling 
To  a  brave  defender. 

Mary,  I'm  a  sturdy  oak 

From  the  earth  upspringing, 

A  tree  that's  ne'er  complete  without 
The  ivy  to  it  clinging. 

What  say  you,  sweet  Ivygreen  ? 

Does  your  spirit  doubt  it  ? 
If  not,  then  make  haste,  my  dear, 

And  twine  yourself  about  it ! 


Jnftfuafton 

3  SAW  her  :  ye  gods,  how  she  moved  me  ! 
I  deemed  her  a  Naiad  divine  ! 
In  a  moment  my  heart  it  was  trembling 

With  the  joy  that  was  suddenly  mine  ; 
Then  a  strange  sadness  grew  in  my  bosom, 

In  longing  I  saw  her  again  :  — 
A  week  —  I  was  laughingly  wondering 

How  she  brought  me  such  joy  and  such  pain  ! 


[66 


Co 


MOON,  with  your  set,  white  face, 

Hiding  behind  yon  cloud, 
Like  the  ghost  of  some  poor  world  defunct 

Wrapped  in  its  winding  shroud  ; 
Gliding  through  infinite  space, 

Rigid  and  pale  and  cold, 
Wearing  ever  that  petrified  smile, 
Never  appearing  old  ! 

O  changeful,  haunting  moon, 

So  silent  and  so  wan, 
Something  there  is  in  your  sphinx-like  smile 

Of  a  life  and  a  love  that's  gone  ! 
O  shade  of  a  dead,  cold  world, 

Like  you  I  ply  my  quest, 
And  seek  for  a  life  and  a  love  I've  lost 

With  a  mind  that  can  never  rest  ! 


feel  herself  desired 
Is  woman's  pleasure; 
Her  favor's  to  refuse 
Of  bliss  her  measure  ! 


67] 


«{rf 

O  girl  ever  thrilled  me  in  all  my  life 

As  /£*/  girl  thrills  me  ! 
No  girl  ever  filled  me,  never  before, 
Like  that  girl  fills  me  — 
With  passion  and  love  !     I  sigh  and  dream, 
My  thoughts  flow  on  like  a  troubled  stream, 
Life  is  not  what  it  used  to  seem  : 
She  nearly  kills  me  ! 

No  girl  so  long  in  my  mind  ever  stayed 

As  that  girl's  staying  ! 

No  girl  such  tunes  on  my  feelings  played 

Like  that  girl's  playing  ! 

And  how  will  it  end  ?     Ah,  misery  ! 

I  can  not  think  what  the  end  will  be  ; 

But  she's  playing  the  "  devil  and  all  "  with  me, 

There's  no  gainsaying  ! 


168 


3'LL  sing  a  song  to  your  eyes,  my  lady, 
They're  worthy  a  poet's  sublimest  lay  ; 
Bright  as  the  dew  on  the  grass,  my  lady, 
As  dreamily  soft  as  a  warm  spring  day. 

They're  full  of  the  light  of  the  sun,  my  lady, 

They  beam  with  the  joy  of  the  fragrant  flowers, 
Clear  as  a  crystalline  brook,  my  lady, 
.Fresh  as  the  earth  after  sunny  showers. 

They  reached  my  heart  with  their  light,  my  lady, 
It  beat  in  a  measure  that  knows  no  care  ; 

They  warmed  my  heart  with  their  glow,  my  lady, 
And  melted  the  love  that  was  frozen  there. 

They  wakened  my  soul  with  a  glance,  my  lady, 
Which  moved  me  as  hurricanes  move  the  deep  ! 

It  awoke  with  a  quiver  of  joy,  my  lady, 

From  the  thrall  of  a  commonplace  life  dull  sleep  ! 

Then  the  world  grew  glad  as  a  song,  my  lady, 
The  grasses,  the  flowers,  the  trees  and  the  skies 

Were  painted  in  ravishing  tints,  my  lady, 

By  the  light  of  your  beautiful  dark-brown  eyes. 

All  Nature  warbled  of  love,  my  lady, 

My  soul,  too,  was  singing  a  blithe  refrain, 

Then  a  fear  stole  into  my  life,  my  lady, 

And  my  heart  was  filled  with  a  sweet,  sad  pain  ! 


691 


t^OVE  is  a  fever  that  burns  in  our  veins, 

^     A  malady  made  up  of  pleasures  and  pains  — 

A  turbulent,  plausible  spirit  who  takes 

Possession  of  hearts,  and  a  mad  riot  makes 

In  the  realms  of  the  mind,  when  he's  blindfolded  Reason, 

And  just  "plays  the  devil  himself"  for  a  season. 

Most  beautiful  images  he  will  portray  : 

The  bliss  of  a  lifetime  contained  in  a  day  ! 

And  when  we  have  fully  believed  all  his  lies, 

He  lets  fall  the  bandage  from  poor  Reason's  eyes, 

Laughs  at  our  folly,  and  mockingly  flies  ! 


30 


what  is  love  ? 
"Tis  easily  defined  :  — 
An  illusion  of  the  sight, 
A  madness  of  the  mind  ! 
And  when  the  glamor's  o'er 
And  the  first  wild  passion  fled, 
Love  is  then  no  more, 
Reality's  there  instead  ! 


[70 


Tj'HE  oscillating  osculation 

^^     The  secret  is  of  all  creation, 

For  by  the  pleasure  it  is  giving 

Each  molecule  in  Nature's  living, 

And  every  atom  feels  the  blisses 

Of  contact,  known  to  us  as  kisses  ! 

And  thrills  and  throbs  and  glows  and  gushes 

As  each  unto  the  other  rushes. 

The  beasts  and  birds,  the  flies  and  fishes 
Regard  the  blending  as  delicious, 
And  not  a  flower  had  ever  flourished 
If  in  this  manner  'twas  not  nourished. 
'Tis  thus  each  seeks  its  kindred  spirit, 
Expending  force  in  getting  near  it, 
And  life  is  just  one  grand  vibration, 
Proceeding  from  the  osculation  ! 


@POET  sat  in  his  room  alone, 
Pensively  dreaming  there  ; 
His  soul  was  weary,  it  yearned  for  love 
With  the  longing  of  mute  despair. 

Far  had  he  traveled  in  many  lands, 

But  this  yearning  in  his  breast 
Was  never  still,  each  changing  scene 

But  added  to  his  unrest. 

"Why  is  man  born,"  he  vainly  asked, 

"  Filled  with  intense  desire  ? 
Where  is  the  wisdom  and  love  of  God 

Shown  in  this  torturing  fire  ? 

««  God  of  the  universe,"  sadly,  he  cried, 

"In  pity  look  down  on  me  ; 
Give  me  the  object  alone  I  crave, 

If  in  heaven  or  earth  she  be  ! 

"  Fill  the  great  void  in  my  aching  heart, 

Teach  me,  O   God,  to  feel 
Sweet  consolation  ! — she  lives  somewhere, 

My  beautiful,  fond  Ideal  !" 

Then  dreamily  sighing,  he  slowly  traced 

The  words  of  a  little  song 
To  the  spirit  he  loved  with  a  soul  of  flame  - 

A  love  that  was  noble  and  strong :  — 


CT2 


"  Where  will  I  meet  her,  what  will  she  say 

When  I  shall  greet  her  in  life  some  day  ?  Sonb 

Sweetest  of  raptures  over  me  steal  "Jbeaf 

When  I  think  of  you,  love,  my  fond  Ideal ! 

"  Life  is  a  desert  till  you  to  me  come, 

Where  all  is  barren,  and  flowers  never  bloom  ; 

From  bliss  an  outcast  I  ever  feel, 

Whilst  you're  absent  from  me,  my  fond  Ideal ! 

"  Oh,  you  are  beautiful,  radiantly  bright, 

When  I  see  you  in  dreams  in  the  hush  of  the  night ; 

How  I  would  love  you  words  can  not  reveal, 
My  Life,  my  Affinity,  my  fond  Ideal  ? ' ' 


The  soft  bright  rays  of  the  lighted  lamp 

Lay  mellow  upon  the  floor, 
The  leaves  on  the  eucalyptus  tree 

Whispered,  close  by  the  cottage  door. 

A  young  and  slender  tree  grew  there, 

A  friend  in  the  lonely  night, 
And  it  spoke  of  strange  and  warning  things 

When  the  stars  gave  out  no  light. 

Lustily  ticked  the  noisy  clock, 

Time  quickly  onward  sped  ; 
In  listless  mood,  on  folded  arms, 

He  bowed  his  weary  head. 

T31 


gtB   The  dry  wick  smoked  in  the  empty  lamp, 
$0ftb        The  morning  dawn  was  nigh, 

^ut  t^ie  mot^on^ess  6gure  never  stirred, 
Nor  felt  how  the  hours  went  by. 

Silence  mysterious,  deep,  profound, 

Had  fallen  within  the  room  ; 
Save  the  moaning  wind  and  the  ticking  clock, 

Not  a  sound  disturbed  the  gloom. 

The  still  form  moved,  then  looked  around, 
How  strange  appeared  the  sight : 

The  face  was  changed,  the  eyes  were  filled 
With  a  supernatural  light  ! 

With  outstretched  arms  he  stood  erect, 

Transformed  indeed  was  he  ; 
The  light  that  glowed  in  his  upturned  eyes 

Was  a  wondrous  light  to  see  ! 

Then  out  of  the  darkness  came  a  mist, 

A  cloud  of  a  violet  hue  ; 
A  moment's  time,  and  the  azure  haze 

To  a  lovely  woman  grew  ! 

Bright  auburn  hair  hung  to  her  waist, 

Clasped  by  a  sparkling  zone  ; 
Her  dark-brown,  earnest,  soulful  eyes 

With  heavenly  rapture  shone. 


[74 


The  face  was  delicate,  soft  and  sweet,  f)tB 

Pure  as  a  crystal  brook  ; 
No  passion  of  earth  was  gleaming  in 

The  chastity  of  that  look  ! 

Nearer  she  drew,  he  felt  her  breath 

Upon  his  fevered  cheek  ; 
Entranced  he  gazed,  the  mystic  spell 

Too  holy  was  to  speak  ! 

O  ecstasy  !  her  lips  met  his 

In  a  swooning,  clinging  kiss  ! 
"At  last,"  he  murmured,  "heaven  is  kind  !  " 

The  longing  no  more  was  his. 


The  morning  dawned,  the  daylight  came 
And  peeped  through  the  latticed  blind, 

The  sunbeams  pressed  on  the  smiling  face 
A  kiss  that  was  warm  and  kind. 

The  leaves  on  the  eucalyptus  tree 

Danced  in  the  glowing  sun, 
The  birds  and  flowers  seemed  happy  to  know 

The  shadows  of  night  had  flown . 

But  never  again  will  the  poet's  heart 

The  rapture  of  morning  feel  : 
The  soul  had  broken  its  prison  bars, 

And  fled  with  its  fond  Ideal  ! 

75] 


QYlisceffcmeous  (poems 


Wine 


them  say  what  they  will  of  the  sparkling  wine, 
'Tis  sunlight  and  fragrance  to  spirits  that  pine  ; 
No  sorrow  and  care 
Lie  cankering  there  ; 

But  the  soul  of  a  god,  an  essence  divine, 
Embodied  in  this  concentration  of  bliss, 
Fires  my  blood  as  I  drink,  and  I  airily  think  : 
How  great  is  the  joy  which  is  mine  ! 

And  when  the  rich  goblet  my  lips  they  have  pressed, 

It  gives  to  my  soul  such  a  vigor  and  zest 

As  the  ground  feels  in  spring  ! 

And  I  laugh  and  I  sing, 

And  scribble  a  rhyme  to  the  girl  1  love  best  — 

At  the  moment,  nor  deem  man  was  made  but  to  mourn, 

That  life's  a  sad  dream,  things  not  what  they  seem, 

For  'tis  real  and  pleasant  enough  as  I  feel 

How  sweetly  the  Fates  have  me  blest  ! 

And  I  joy  in  the  ease  of  a  bachelor's  life  : 

Romance  and  abandon  ;  nor  wish  for  a  wife, 

For  life's  all  sufficient, 

There's  nothing  deficient 

Whilst  the  glass  is  full  up  to  the  brim, 

And  my  rare  old  cigar  scents  the  air,  and  my  friend 

His  bright  conversation  unto  me  doth  lend  ; 

And  we  drink  to  the  girls  and  wish  they  may  be 

In  their  maidenhood  joys  just  as  happy  as  we, 

For  there's  sunlight  and  fragrance,  to  souls  that  doth  pine, 

To  be  found  in  a  goblet  of  sparkling  wine  ! 

T9] 


(pair  of  (U 


0 


are  two  of  us  here  together, 
Yet  we  can  never  agree, 
For  one  of  us  always  is  praying, 
And  the  other  upon  a  spree  ! 

One  of  us  loves  to  wander 

Away  by  the  coral  shore, 
Where  the  waves  are  always  sparkling, 

And  laughing  and  tumbling  o'er  ; 
Away  to  the  mountains  and  valleys, 

Hearty  and  blithe  and  strong, 
Trying  to  unravel  the  meaning 

Of  Nature's  beguiling  song  ! 

And  the  other  is  always  yearning 

For  a  joy  that  he  deems  divine, 
And  ever  is  finding  trouble 

In  women  and  fun  and  wine  ; 
No  matter  the  hour  or  the  minute, 

'Tis  always  the  time  to  drain 
The  goblet  of  Passion  and  Pleasure, 

And  laugh  at  the  thought  of  pain  ! 


[80 


The  one  that  is  ever  praying 

Is  beautiful  to  behold, 
With  a  form  like  a  sculptor's  vision, 

And  features  of  classic  mold ; 
And  his  gaze  is  always  searching 

The  depths  of  the  tranquil  skies, 
And  the  light  of  love  is  beaming 

In  the  glance  of  his  gentle  eyes  ! 

And  the  other  :   yes,  bold  and  handsome, 

Dashing  and  bright  and  gay  ; 
At  times  —  well,  the  devil  may  picture 

The  facts  in  his  own  sweet  way  ! 
For  he's  wild  as  the  raging  tempest, 

And  an  angel  from  God  couldn't  move 
His  soul  from  absorbing  the  pleasure 

Of  the  thing  that  he  wants  to  love  ! 

Two  of  us  here  together, 

But  faith  we  can  never  agree, 

One  of  us  always  praying, 
And  the  other  upon  a  spree  ! 


81] 


E  world  is  a  jaunting  car, 
Whirling  on  through  the  realms  of  space  ; 
Its  steed  is  the  sun,  and  the  stars  and  the  moon 
Join  in  the  merry  chase. 

Then  hurrah  for  the  jolly  world  ; 

Life  is  a  constant  ride  ; 

We  rush  through  space  at  a  breakneck  pace, 

And  there's  lots  of  room  inside  ! 

The  world  is  a  huge  football, 
To  amuse  the  gods  at  play, 
And  they  laugh  and  shout  as  they  toss  it  about, 
Through  each  restless  night  and  day. 
Then  hurrah  for  the  merry  world, 
For  the  wind's  and  the  thunder's  roar, 
For  that  is  the  noise  that  is  made  by  the  boys 
As  they  kick  it  o'er  and  o'er ! 

The  world  is  a  mighty  top, 

Spinning  round  in  a  deep-set  groove  ; 
With  a  furious  force  it  flies  on  its  course, 
Yet  none  of  us  feel  it  move  ! 

Then  hurrah  for  the  dizzy  world 

As  it  spins  and  spins  and  spins  ; 

But  the  way  is  clear,  so  we've  nothing  to  fear 

For  the  safety  of  our  skins  ! 


[82 


The  world  is  a  great  balloon, 

Gliding  on  through  the  quivering  air  ; 
Father  Time  is  our  guide  on  our  lifelong  ride, 
And  he'll  stay  with  us  till  we  get  there. 
Then  hurrah  for  the  buoyant  world, 
Moving  on  from  the  rugged  past ; 
Gliding  over  the  sea  of  eternity 
To  some  haven,  we  hope,  at  last  ! 

The  world  is  a  well-stored  ship 

On  which  we  all  embark, 

Sailing  'round  and  'round,  but  whither  we're  bound 
We're  all  of  us  still  in  the  dark. 

And  our  pilot  and  captain  and  crew, 
Which  to  sailors  will  seem  very  odd, 
Are  combined  in  one  as  we're  sailing  on, 
And  he  goes  by  the  name  of  God  ! 

The  world  is  a  wondrous  thought, 

Evolved  from  some  mystic  source  ; 
Sublime,  profound,  it  turns  around 
On  its  even,  lightning  course  ; 

On,  on,  till  the  end  of  time  ; 
On,  on,  through  the  countless  years  ; 
And  it's  singing  a  song  as  it  whirls  along, 
Or  sobbing  with  bitter  tears  ! 


33] 


(England) 


witching  June,  I  adore  you, 
And  the  beautiful  season  you  bring, 
As  lightly  you  trip  o'er  the  meadows 

With  the  blossoms  of  indolent  spring. 
And  you  whisper  so  sweetly  of  summer, 

In  your  charming,  bewildering  way, 
As  you  crown  all  the  hedges  with  hawthorn 
That  should  have  been  brought  in  by  May. 

The  roses  in  haste  are  unfolding 

Their  buds  when  they  see  you  in  sight, 
And  are  breathing  their  souls  out  in  fragrance, 

In  a  blissful,  ecstatic  delight. 
The  butterflies  dance  in  the  sunshine, 

And  the  brisk  little  bee,  with  a  hum, 
Sings  the  merriest  song,  with  a  chorus  : 

"  O  June,  we're  so  glad  you  have  come  !  " 

I  would  that  you  were  a  young  maiden, 

Oh,  then  I'd  you  warmly  embrace  ; 
I'd  clasp  you  tight  unto  my  bosom, 

And  kiss  the  bright  smiles  on  your  face  ! 
For  you  bring  me  fresh  flowers  in  the  morning, 

In  the  evening  you  bring  the  shy  moon  ; 
And  how  can  my  heart  help  but  love  you 

When  you  woo  me  thus  fondly,  sweet  June  ? 


[84 


(Bofben 

(To   a   painting  of  a  beautiful   girl  by 
Charles  J.  Chaplin) 

<7)ES,  this  is  the  "  Golden  Age/' 
(j      When  the  heart  is  young  and  the  eyes  are  bright, 
When  the  years  to  come  are  a  blissful  dream, 
And  the  present  a  paradise  sweet  doth  seem, 
With  its  youth  and  love  and  light  ! 

O  youth  !   with  your  innocence,  laughter  and  smiles, 

I,  too,  have  your  joys  embraced  ; 
Your  hopes  did  rest  in  my  throbbing  breast, 

My  lips  did  your  nectar  taste ; 
But  your  flowers  are  dead,  their  perfume  fled, 

And  the  garden  laid  to  waste  ! 

And  mine  is  an  iron  age 

Where  withered  hopes  are  rife, 
Where  the  soul  in  doubt  through  the  mind  looks  out 

On  the  shifting  scenes  of  life, 
And  yearns  to  know,  as  the  sad  days  go, 

The  meaning  of  the  strife  ! 


85] 


sleep  whilst  we  move,  and  eat  and  drink  and  talk, 
Sleep  in  old  ideas,  false  notions,  and  we  walk 
Still  onward,  day  by  day,  in  narrow  pathways  creep, 
And  deem  ourselves  awake  when  most  we  sleep  ! 


E  thoughts  we  think  are  boomerangs  ; 

We  send  them  forth,  some  low,  some  high, 
But  wheresoever  they  from  us  fly, 
All  come  back  in  the  self-same  course  — 
All  come  back  with  an  added  force : 
The  good,  the  bad  ;   the  first  to  bless, 
From  the  hand  of  God  a  soft  caress, 
And  the  others  to  blight  all  happiness  ! 


[86 


£o  a  ©cab 


came  you  to  die,  blithe  skimmer  of  the  sea  ? 
Lying  lonely  on  the  shore,  so  still,  in  peace, 
With  scarce  a  feather  ruffled,  much  I  wonder  how 

The  pulsings  of  your  merry  heart  did  cease. 
Your  bold  companions  skim  the  heaving  waves  ; 

Forsaken  here,  alone,  you  lie  with  Death, 
Here  on  this  bunch  of  seaweed,  where  perchance 

You  lay  to  rest,  and  drew  your  latest  breath  ! 
No  wound  I  find  from  murderous  gun  of  man, 

Your  little  body  feels  yet  slightly  warm, 
And  nought  is  there  to  tell  why  life  did  ooze 

From  out  your  buoyant,  cozy,  feathery  form  ! 
The  white-capped,  tumbling,  merry,  surging  wave 

Calls  you  in  vain  to  ride  its  foaming  crest  ; 
Alas,  my  little  pilgrim,  you  no  more 

Will  skim  the  sea  or  nestle  on  its  breast  ! 
But  yes,  once  more  you'll  ride  the  laughing  waves  :  — 

Here  I  consign  you  to  their  gentle  care  ; 
Upon  the  bosom  of  the  outflowing  tide, 

On  to  the  deeper  sea  your  form  they'll  bear  ; 
The  sea  you  loved  will  fold  you  in  its  arms 

In  death,  as  when  in  life  you  skimmed  along 
The  shouting  waves  when  thunder  rent  the  skies, 

Or  when  in  calm  you  screamed  to  hear  their  song. 
Rest,  gently  rest,  on  the  singing  sea, 

Sweet  is  such  rest  upon  the  solemn  deep, 
Whilst  genial  sun  and  moon  and  sad-eyed  stars 

Look  down  on  you  encalmed  in  Death's  soft  sleep  ! 


87] 


ffle  £ibe  Comee  3* 


are  the  waves,  the  winds  are  high, 
Darkness  has  seized  on  the  evening  sky  ; 
See  them  advancing  there  out  of  the  gloom 
Of  the  fog-covered  waters,  and  leap  and  roar, 
Like  white-shrouded  monsters,  alive  from  the  womb 
Of  the  ocean,  assailing  the  trembling  shore  ! 
Hear  how  they  shriek  as  they  reach  the  land, 
Terrible,  passionate,  cruel  and  strong  ! 
Terrible,  —  yes,  but  majestic  and  grand, 
And  they're  thundering  forth  a  most  terrible  song  ! 
'Tis  a  song  that  reaches  the  depths  of  my  soul, 
As  onward  they  rush,  and  seethe  and  hiss  ; 
It  startles  me,  fills  me  with  sudden  dread, 
Till  I  laugh  aloud  in  a  terror  of  bliss  ; 
For  there's  something  both  awful  and  grand  in  the  din 
Of  the  thundering  waves  when  the  tide  rolls  in. 


[88 


fcife'0 


E  waves  of  life  sweep  swift  along, 
They  come  and  go  I  know  not  whither, 
And  my  soul  is  thrilled  by  their  wondrous  song, 
Blown  hither  still  and  thither. 

Oh,  a  sad,  sad  thing  is  this  moaning  life, 
A  lone,  wan  form  that's  never  sleeping, 

A  wraith  that  glides  midst  tombstones  white, 
With  eyes  forever  weeping  ! 

And  a  joyous  thing  is  this  pulsing  life, 

Where  wild  flowers  blow  and  sunlight  glistens, 

Like  a  maiden,  fresh  from  a  blissful  rest, 
Who  for  her  lover  listens  ! 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  take  your  fill, 
Nor  sit  and  sigh,  forever  yearning, 

And  quaff  the  draught  with  a  right  good  will, 
Be  it  cold  or  madly  burning  ! 

For  the  thing  will  die  that  is  standing  still  ; 

If  your  thirst  is  strong,  then  haste  and  slake  it  ; 
And  the  draught  you  drink,  be  it  good  or  ill, 

Is  as  you've  made  and  make  it  ! 


891 


feife'6 


night  long  the  fog  came  drifting 
From  the  sea  upon  the  land, 
All  night  long  the  restless  waters 

Moaned  and  rolled  upon  the  strand  ; 
They  were  crying  aloud  for  something 
Mortal  mind  can't  understand. 

All  night  long  Life's  foggy  billows 
Of  dull  thought  came  rolling  o'er, 

All  night  long  my  restless  spirit 

Moaned  and  tossed  upon  Life's  shore  ; 

Like  the  waves  it  yearned  for  something 
It  may  long  for  evermore  ! 

Restless  waves  and  restless  spirit, 

Why  toss  thus  in  agony  ? 
Hungering,  crying  aloud,  what  seek  ye  ? 

Why  this  ceaseless  misery  ? 
Something  whispers  —  'tis  by  hunger 

You  must  reach  your  destiny  ! 


[90 


a  Cocaine  $enb 

«£\NLYa  cocaine  fiend  !" 

^"^     That's  what  somebody  said, 
As  a  starved,  bedraggled  creature  out 

From  the  city  jail  they  led  ; 
A  woman  she  seemed  to  be, 

Alas  !  I  could  not  trace 
The  faintest  spark  of  womanhood 

In  that  haggard  and  loveless  face  ! 

"  Only  a  cocaine  fiend  !  " 

Yet  she  is  somebody's  child  ! 
Somebody  loved  to  gaze  upon 

That  face  with  its  stare  so  wild. 
Where  is  the  mother  whose  love  she  knew, 

Ere  she  in  the  gutter  fell  ? 
Who  was  to  blame  ?      God  only  knows  ! 

Sometimes  it  is  hard  to  tell. 

"  Only  a  cocaine  fiend  !  " 

And  this  in  a  Christian  land  ! 
Oh,  where  is  the  charity  of  the  Christ 

That  reaches  a  helping  hand  ? 
Calling  to  man  to  pray, 

The  churches  their  bells  doth  toll, 
Whilst  passing  their  doors  on  the  path  to  hell 

Is  drifting  a  mad,  lost  soul. 


911 


in  my  life  for  a  moment 
I  looked  in  the  eyes  of  Despair, 
Gazed  whilst  my  blood  was  curdling, 

For  Horror  looked  back  at  me  there  : 
Horror  and  blackness  appalling ; 

Life  from  her  presence  had  fled  ; 
Like  the  grave  her  immutable  staring, 

And  Hope  at  her  feet  blanched  and  dead 

As  one  by  paralysis  stricken, 

I  staggered,  dumb,  blind  and  aghast ; 
The  hand  of  Oblivion  seemed  on  me, 

To  Life  I  clung  tremblingly  fast ; 
And  straight  from  my  heart,  in  the  silence, 

To  God  there  ascended  a  prayer, 
That  never  again  might  I  look  in 

The  terrible  eyes  of  Despair. 


[92 


or  f  0e  ©emon  of  <War 


lETURRAH  for  the  Demon  of  War, 
^*x      Again  he's  let  loose  on  the  world, 
And  the  flags  and  the  banners  afar 

Are  to  the  glad  breezes  unfurled  ; 
With  the  music  of  fife  and  of  drum, 

The  rhythm  of  quick-stepping  feet, 
Onward  the  bold  heroes  come, 

Mid  the  cheers  of  the  crowd  in  the  street. 
How  brave  is  the  Demon  of  War  ! 

Hurrah  for  the  Demon  of  War, 

He's  clad  in  a  beautiful  guise  ; 
Love  of  country  and  glory  and  fame 

In  the  depths  of  his  bright,  eager  eyes  ! 
His  spirit  sweeps  over  the  land, 

Hearts  are  thrilled  by  the  warmth  of  the  flame, 
And  it's  oh,  for  the  deeds  that  are  grand, 

And  it's  oh,  for  the  soldier's  proud  name  ! 
Oh,  radiant  Demon  of  War  ! 

Hurrah  for  the  Demon  of  War, 

And  oh,  for  the  blood  to  be  spilled  ! 
And  oh,  for  the  honor  that  comes 

From  the  enemies  mangled  and  killed  ! 
Oh,  for  the  passion  that  fills 

Our  souls  in  the  carnage  and  strife  ; 
They're  cursed  dogs,  every  one  ! 

And  what  do  we  care  for  a  life  ! 
Oh,  bloodthirsty  Demon  of  War  ! 


93] 


for    Hurrah  for  the  Demon  of  War, 
fBe  ©emon        r^^ie  w^  cheer  and  the  rush  to  the  battle, 

f  OEar  r""he  ^ame  anc*  t^ie  sm°ke  anc* tne  snouts» 
The  groans  and  the  musketry's  rattle  ! 

The  struggle  to  kill  and  to  live, 

The  thirst  and  the  gasping  for  breath, 

The  terror,  the  madness  of  hell, 
The  agony  fighting  with  death  ! 
Oh,  horrible  Demon  of  War  ! 

Hurrah  for  the  Demon  of  War, 

For  the  deeds  that  are  brutal  and  gory  ! 
In  the  blood  of  our  foes  we  will  wade 

To  the  summits  of  fame  and  of  glory  ! 
Our  music  the  shot  and  the  shell, 

Whilst  our  swords  with  the  red  blood  are  reeking, 
No  quarter  to  give  or  to  take, 

War  to  the  death  only  seeking. 
Oh,  merciless  Demon  of  War  ! 

O  angels  of  heaven  look  down 

And  weep  for  our  sorrow  and  pain, 
Weep  for  the  glory  men  seek 

In  the  cursed  soul-branding  of  Cain  ! 
Weep  for  the  fatherless  child, 

The  widow  who  toils  for  her  bread, 
And  the  poor,  lonely  mother  whose  heart 

Is  broken  for  one  who  is  dead  ! 

Oh,  cruel,  heartless  Demon  of  War  ! 


[94 


of  £$of  biers, 


An  Episode  of  the  War  in  the  Philippines 

/\V|  OTHERS  of  soldiers,  here  are  your  sons  ! 
\1         They've  brought  them  back  for  you  today, 
Brought  them  over  the  clear,  blue  sea 

From  the  land  where  they  journeyed  far  away  ; 
They've  brought  them  back  from  the  tropic  isles, 

Where  the  palm  trees  sway  by  the  coral  strand, 

Home  again  to  their  native  land 
To  meet  your  welcoming  smiles  ! 

Two  thousand,  they  say,  on  the  transport  came  — 

Two  thousand  !   and  oh,  how  many  more 
Will  follow  on  in  the  self-  same  way 

From  that  fever-haunted  shore  ? 
They'll  come  like  these  on  vessels  brave,  — 

Just  like  these  —  in  Death's  embrace, 
With  that  stony  look  on  each  manly  face, 

Cold  and  mute  as  the  yawning  grave  ! 

Come  and  claim  them,  mothers  all, 

Take  them  again  to  your  aching  breast, 

Think  of  them  as  a  sleeping  babe, 
On  your  bosom  forever  to  rest  ! 

They've  brought  them  back,  ah,  God!   so  still, 
With  eyes  that  know  not  the  light  of  day, 
With  lips  that  never  a  word  will  say,  — 

O  Heaven,  is  this  your  will  ? 


95] 


They  bravely  fought  for  their  country's  sake, 
of  J&of  bietB,        For  honor  and  glory  and  such  like  things  — 
(&t     Shadowy  phantoms  of  deathly  shape, 
(> 


<BOUV  §om    „  Glory,  glory,  honor  and  fame," 

A  mother  cries,  with  a  staring  eye, 
"God  of  the  Universe,  how  they  lie,  — 
'Tis  murder  and  horror  and  shame  !  " 

Mothers  of  soldiers,  here  are  your  sons, 

Home  again  from  the  coral  strand, 
Back  from  the  sweltering,  tropic  isles, 
Coming  to  meet  your  welcoming  smiles 
On  the  shores  of  their  native  land  ! 


[96 


3'VE  sought  through  the  world  for  happiness 
Everywhere, 

Searched  for  the  gem  called  "  happiness, " 
Finding  but  care. 

In  the  turbulent  city  I  found  it  not, 
Nor  yet  in  the  quietest,  loveliest  spot, 
Wheresoever  I  placed  my  lot, 

It  was  not  there  ! 

But  time,  experience,  sorrow  and  pain, 

Have  made  me  wise  ; 

Methinks  I  see  it  now  marked  plain 

Where  happiness  lies ; 

'Tis  not  in  cleaving  the  ocean's  foam, 

Nor  as  a  wild  spirit  on  land  to  roam, 

But  in  the  duties  and  love  of  home 

I  view  the  prize  ! 


97] 


Co  a  «£>eftb  fetftfe  <Bitf 


!  where  is  thy  spirit  gone  ? 
No  more  it  glads  my  sight  ; 
Fled  from  its  earthly  nest, 

Like  a  bird  when  plumed  for  flight  ! 

Where  is  the  fragrant  flower 
That  flourished  but  yesterday  ? 

Go  ask  the  wanton  wind 

That  scatters  the  leaves  away  ! 

Where  is  the  sunshine  bright 

That  beamed  in  those  eyes  so  dim  ? 

Ask  Death  who  quenched  the  light 
That  never  belonged  to  him  ! 

And  where  the  priceless  gem  — 
The  sparkling,  happy  mind  ? 

Alas,  the  jewel's  gone, 

And  the  casket's  left  behind  ! 

Yet  methinks  'twas  God  himself 
Who  plucked  the  precious  stone 

From  its  setting  of  common  clay, 
To  adorn  His  heavenly  throne  ! 


[98 


To  Mark  N.  Kennedy 

[OOD-BYE,  my  old  genial  acquaintance, 

Good-bye  —  yes,  I'll  call  you  my  friend, 
For  your  heart  it  was  large,  Mark,  and  friendship's 

Acquaintance  that's  sweet  to  the  end  ; 
And  short  though  the  time  I  have  known  you, 

So  deep  was  the  impress  you  gave 
Of  the  frank,  earnest  nature  within  you, 
I  grieve  you  are  gone  to  your  grave  ! 

Good-bye,  Mark,  the  sea  it  has  claimed  you, 

Unto  it  you  gave  your  last  breath, 
And  the  waves  with  loud  voices  have  named  you 

Their  spirit  companion  in  death  ; 
Deep,  deep  in  the  turbulent  waters 

You  sank  when  the  boat  went  ashore  ; 
A  moment,  then  suddenly  left  us, 

The  friend  we  shall  never  see  more  ! 

No  more  on  earth's  pathway  you'll  greet  us 

In  your  jovial,  considerate  way, 
With  a  shake  of  the  hand  when  you'd  meet  us, 

A  smile  and  a  cheery  "good  day  "  ; 
But  in  Thought's  mystic  region  our  spirits 

With  yours  will  commune,  and  you'll  know 
The  esteem  of  the  friends  left  behind  you, 

How  great  was  our  grief  you  should  go  ! 


991 


3n    Good-bye  !  May  the  gods  e'er  be  with  you 
(JfWemoram        Wherever  your  spirit  may  roam, 

Where'er  in  the  void  you  may  wander, 
In  whatever  new  land  be  your  home ; 
Good-bye,  Mark,  good-bye  —  heaven  bless  you  ; 

We'll  keep  fresh  your  memory  here, 

With  a  smile  for  your  kindly  good  nature, 

For  your  loss  a  deep  sigh  and  a  tear  ! 


[1C 


(})oem0 


ifc'B  <D6jecf 


is  life's  object  ?  I  asked  of  a  spirit 
That  spoke  unto  mine  in  the  still  hours  of  sleep  ; 
Poor  mortals  on  earth  will  be  happy  to  hear  it, 

Too  much  sorrow  we  know,  and  too  often  we  weep. 
"  The  object  of  life  ?"•  sublime  the  expression 

That  shone  in  her  rapturous,  angelic  face. 
"  It  is  to  acquire  and  to  hold  in  possession, 

As  a  blessing  from  God,  every  talent  and  grace  — 
Every  beautiful  thing  ;  the  body  to  cherish, 

To  keep  it  in  purity,  vigor  and  health, 
To  be  generous  and  loving,  not  selfishly  grasping, 

For  happiness  lies  not  in  hoarding  up  wealth. 
Wealth  of  itself  can  never  bring  pleasure, 

Nor  peace,  nor  contentment,  nor  music,  nor  mirth  ; 
The  sweetness  and  strength  of  the  soul  is  the  measure 

Of  bliss  to  all  spirits  in  heaven  and  on  earth  !  '  ' 
Then  fondly  she  smiled,  and  swift  from  my  vision 

She  sped  as  she  uttered  the  last  soothing  word, 
With  a  song  on  her  lips,  to  the  regions  Elysian  : 

And  I  wept  in  my  sleep  as  the  music  I  heard  ! 


(fouttb,  TJtfttfcr  Q0ounb? 

;OUND,  whither  bound  ?  poor  mortals  are  we, 

Bound  to  the  shores  of  Eternity  ! 
Bound  to  the  realm  where  vast  millions  have  gone, 
Where  each  in  his  turn  must  journey  alone, 
Increasing  in  numbers  since  first  it  began  ; 
On  sweeps  the  strange  mob,  but  the  tottering  old  man 
Ere  he  goes  through  the  gateway  of  Death  looks  around 
And  wonders,  much  more  than  the  child,  where  he's 
bound  ! 

Bound,  onward  bound !  and  we  can't  help  but  go  ; 

Time  pushes  us  forward,  now  fast  and  now  slow  ; 

Some  hurrying  onward  with  eager,  mad  haste, 

All  anxious  and  burning  the  blisses  to  taste 

Which  are  waiting  for  them  in  the  bright  life  to  come, 

In  the  place  they  regard  as  their  "Heavenly  home"  ; 

Whilst  others  point  grimly  alone  at  the  ground, 

As  if  there  lay  the  goal  to  which  mortals  are  bound  ! 

Bound,  whither  bound  ?  go  ask  them  and  see 

What  they  think  is  their  probable  destiny. 

By  their  faith  some  will  say  they  are  journeying  to  God, 

And  some  see  the  end  with  the  worm  and  the  sod. 

Some  do  not  know,  and  but  little  they  care, 

Content  with  the  world  and  its  bountiful  fare ; 

And  some  say  in  cycles  we  go  round  and  round, 

Through  birth  after  birth  to  the  goal  where  we're  bound  ! 


[104 


Bound,  whither  bound  ?  plodding  along, 

Now  with  a  moan,  now  with  a  song, 

Now  with  a  smile,  now  with  a  sigh, 

Now  longing  to  live,  now  wishing  to  die, 

Now  singing  and  dancing  and  laughing  at  fears, 

Now  heartache  and  sorrow  and  terrible  tears, 

Now  prayers  and  entreaties,  but  oh  !  not  a  sound 

Is  borne  to  our  ears  from  the  land  where  we're  bound  ! 

Bound,  whither  bound  ?  who  knows,  who  can  tell  ? 

But  some  are  for  heaven,  and  others  for  hell  ! 

But  what  the  extent  of  those  realms  may  be 

Is  veiled  in  perpetual  mystery  ; 

Yet  glimpses  at  times  we  catch  in  our  dreams 

Of  rapturous  things,  and  the  mystery  seems 

Unveiled,  and  revealed  to  our  mortal  eyes 

Are  the  joys  of  the  valiant  and  pure  in  the  skies, 

In    the    realm    where    true    souls    are    with    happiness 

crowned, 
Through  the  portals  of  Death,  where  we    mortals  are 

bound  ! 


flBounb  2 
^^ 


105] 


30  fllo 


thou  shalt  close  thine  eyes  in  death, 
When  Time  for  thee  on  earth  has  sped, 
The  fleeting  of  thy  gentle  breath 

Shall  be  as  perfume  shed  ; 
And  as  the  beauteous  butterfly 

Doth  burst  its  crumbling  chrysalis, 
So  shalt  thou  from  thy  body  rise 

To  grander  realms  than  this  ! 
There  is  no  end,  there  is  no  death, 

Though  death  annihilation  seems  ; 
'Tis  but  a  simple  wandering  hence 

To  dream  your  brightest  dreams  ! 


(Bob's  EtftenC60 


made  man  in  his  likeness  ! 
So  the  books  tell  us  —  how  odd  ! 
It  seems  to  me  man  in  bis  likeness 

Created  an  image  of  God  ! 
For  all  man's  worst  passions  there  center  : 

Pride,  hatred  and  envy  are  shown 
In  the  "all-loving  God"  of  the  churches. 

O  man,  the  bad  traits  are  your  own  ! 
For  the  Spirit  that's  ruling  creation 

Must  be  every  feeling  above, 
Save  one,  in  its  beauty  and  grandeur, 
And  that  is  the  feeling  of  love  ! 

[106 


'S  a  greatrand  wondrous  secret  man  would 
like  to  know, 
Of  which  we're    ever    thinking  as  on  through  life  we 

go:  — 

The  cause  of  our  existence,  and  whither  we  are  bound  ! 
But  oh,  to  our  earnest  queries  there  cometh  not  a  sound  ! 

For  this  mighty  secret's  guarded  by  a  Being  whose  name 

is  Death, 

And  he  tells  to  those  its  meaning  who  feel  his  icy  breath; 
But  whenever  a  mortal  hears  it  the  spirit  leaves  the  clay, 
And  to  whisper  the  wondrous  secret  not  a  moment  doth 

it  stay  ! 

And  men  have  died  to  solve  it  in  countless  bygone  years, 
But  from  them  not  a  sign  is  given,  though  we  plead  with 

bitter  tears  ; 
And  the  years  are  ever  changing,   and  day  still  follows 

night, 
Still  of  this  mystic  secret  there  comes  not  a  ray  of  light ! 


10T1 


Yet,  Nature's  whispering  of  it  in  the  glad  world  every - 
(Breaf          where> 

^nc^  t^ie  kev  to  un^oc^  t^ie  secret  'ls  hidden  somewhere 

there  ; 
The  murmuring  streams  and  flowers  are  telling  it  every 

day, 
But  they  speak  in  an  unknown  language,  and  we  know 

not  what  they  say  ! 

The  seas  and  winds  together,  since  first  they  had  their 

birth 
On    the    morning   of    Creation,    when    they    wed     the 

trembling  earth, 

Are  telling  the  wondrous  story,  over  and  over  again, — 
The  mystery  of  our  being,  but  tell  it  to  us  in  vain  ! 

Oh,  this  ceaseless,  heartfelt  yearning,  this  wish  to  com- 
prehend, 

Was  ordained  by  the  great  Creator  for  some  good  and 
happy  end  ; 

And  we  feel  in  our  hearts  this  secret  is  something  sub- 
lime and  grand  : 

And  when  Death  shall  tell  it  to  us,  then  at  last  we'll 
understand. 


[108 


feet 

3AM  not  what  I  would  be —  let  me  pray  ! 
My  thoughts  are  ever  turning  to  the  e^rth  ; 
To  coarser  things  I  bend  where'er  I  stray 

Than  these  pure  thoughts  that  now  in  me  have  birth  ; 
How  oft  before  I've  clung  to  some  grand  thought, 
Yet  has  my  yearning  effort  come  to  nought  ? 

We  are  not  what  we  would  be  —  let  us  pray  ! 

To  pray  is  to  resolve  with  soul  intense, 
And  by  the  inspiration  we  receive 

Mark  out  some  higher  pathway,  and  go  hence 
Believing  God  has  touched  us,  we  have  heard 
Some  truth  within  the  sweet,  unspoken  word  ! 


n  Tgou  fare 


you  are  dead  and  sleeping 
The  sleep  of  all  mortal  clay, 
Life's  chariot  still  will  trundle 

On  in  the  same  old  way  ; 
And  your  life  will  be  as  a  shadow 

Gliding  across  the  floor, 
And  your  body  but  a  remembrance, 
For  you'll  never  see  it  more  ! 


109] 


Qttefeot* 

@  METEOR  rushed  through  the  darkened  night, 
I  traced  for  an  instant  it's  aerial  flight ; 
So  swift  it  flew  I  could  scarcely  mark 
Its  earthward  course  through  the  haunted  dark  ; 
Methinks,  if  'twas  rightly  understood, 
'Twas  a  flash  of  thought  in  the  mind  of  God  ! 

A  brilliant  thought  shot  through  my  mind,  — 

A  lightning  flash, —  and  it  left  behind 

No  trace, — tend,  as  my  life  it  crossed, 

Was  unrecorded,  forever  lost  ! 

Oh,  wondrous  thoughts,  define,  who  can  ?  — 

Meteors  that  fly  through  the  mind  of  man  ! 


Co 


|PIRIT  that  speakest  in  all  that  is  sublime, 
Spirit  beyond  all  sense  of  form  and  time, 
To  thee  I  pray  in  moments  of  distress, 
Nor  doubts  my  perverse  soul  that  thou  wilt  bless. 

Spirit  of  God  —  imponderable  still  ! 
To  thee  I  meekly  bow  my  stubborn  will, 
For  'tis  in  thee  all  suffering  doth  end  ; 
Blest  mystery,  —  I  ne'er  can  comprehend  ! 


[110 


$  gftougtf  of  d?ob 

^  TRIED  to  think  what  God  was 
J     The  omniscient,  primal  cause 
Of  life,  ere  manifested 

To  us  by  Nature's  laws. 
And  my  soul  it  went  from  out  me 

Into  the  vast  unknown, 
Where  horror  dwelt  and  blackness, 

And  dread  oblivion  ! 
Into  a  sea  of  nothingness 

My  frenzied  spirit  sank, 
Then  life  was  dissipated, 

And  the  Universe  a  blank  ! 


QSeftef 


is  born  of  Hope  and  Faith 
And  nursed  by  Love  and  Fear, 
But  Knowledge  from  experience  comes 
From  out  the  past  and  here. 


Ill] 


3n  tfle     facib  |E)our  of  TJJorsflip 


sweetest  song  is  swelling  in  the  placid  hour 
of  worship, 
When  the  organ's  grandest  melody  like  ocean  waves 

doth  roll, 
Then  Life  becomes  harmonious,  and  its  petty  cares  fall 

from  me, 
And  a  fervent  prayer  arises  to  God  within  my  soul. 

Bright  beings  seem  to  hover  in  the  unseen  world  about 

me  ; 

My  fancy  hears  the  rustle  of  enraptured  angels'  wings  ; 
Oh,  I  feel  their  soft  caressing,  with  the  incense  of  God's 

blessing, 

And  I'm  lifted  in  my  spirit  high    above   all  earthly 
things  ! 

Oh,    may  this  song  transcendent    be    mine    until   life's 

closing, 
Till  my  ears  no  more  can  harken  earth's   music  sweet 

and  fond, 
Then  may  blest  spirits  lead  me  to  the  things  from  out  the 

darkness, 

To  the  bliss   I'm    ever    dreaming  in   the    silent    life 
beyond  ! 


[112 


(gtet>erie 


I'm  at  peace,  my  soul,  with  thee, 
What  sweet  emotions  throng 
Within  my  being,  how  joyously 
My  life  becomes  a  song  ! 

Ah,  then  to  thee  in  union  close, 

My  fervent  soul,  I  cling, 
Ana  find  in  life  such  happiness 

I  can  not  help  but  sing. 

Such  color  never  was  before 

In  leaf  and  flower  and  grass, 
Such  fragrance  and  such  loveliness, 

As  blithely  on  I  pass. 

Such  tender,  melting  melody 

My  ear  hath  never  heard 
As  flows  from  out  the  tiny  throat 

Of  some  enraptured  bird. 

And  birds  and  winds  and  laughing  waves 

Are  singing  merrily, 
And  I  a  merry  echo  am 

Of  all  their  revelry. 

For  I'm  at  peace  with  you,  my  soul, 

And  all  the  world  is  mine  : 
In  touch  with  all  there  is  in  life 

Harmonious  and  divine  ! 

113] 


QYl 


Y  soul  is  a  harp,  and  God  is  the  player  ! 

I  hear  the  rustle  of  angels'  wings 
As  his  fingers  sweep  o'er  the  plastic  strings. 
Oh  !   low  and  sweet,  and  sweet  and  low, 
Such  wonderful  music  the  heart  can  know  ! 


My  soul  is  a  garden  where  Love  doth  bide  ; 
Sublime  is  the  light  in  her  rapturous  face 
As  she  sings  of  heavenly  beauty  and  grace  ! 
Oh  !   low  and  sweet,  and  sweet  and  low, 
How  great  is  the  bliss  which  the  heart  can  know  ! 

Spirit  of  God,  be  with  me  ever, 

And  Love  will  ever  abide  with  me  ! 
Where  thou  art  not,  she  can  come  never, 
For  Love  is  the  Spirit,  O  God,  of  thee  ! 
Then  evermore,  so  sweet  and  low, 
I'll  sing  of  the  joy  my  soul  doth  know  ! 


[114 


On  f$c  QBoBom  of  (Bob  3* 


the  spirit  is  broken  and  weary 
Through  the  length  of  the  torturing  night, 
When  the  body  is  sinking  and  fainting, 

And  the  mind  in  a  panic  of  fright, 
O  suffering  soul,  be  patient, 

And  peace  will  reward  your  quest 
If  you  seek  in  the  midst  of  your  anguish 
The  bosom  of  God  for  rest  ! 

Through  the  day  we  heedlessly  wander, 

Nor  think  of  the  sorrow  life  brings, 
But  the  troubled  spirit  will  ponder 

At  night  on  the  unseen  things  : 
Ponder  and  think  and  grow  weary, 

With  the  burden  of  thought  oppressed, 
Then  learn,  in  the  depths  of  the  silence, 

On  the  bosom  of  God  is  rest  ! 


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